Chapter 29
An Imperial FanaticI was now to face Wilhelm II.
It was solely for this purpose that I had come to Berlin. But I
knew the great advantage of getting myself vouched for in advance
by a third party, and therefore I had been anxious to convince
Finkelstein of my identity in the first place, so that his master
might accept me without inquiry as to whether I was the man I
claimed to be.
I dined quietly in my hotel, a small tavern in a back street. It
was getting late, and I was on the point of going to bed, when I
heard the noise of a motor rushing up and stopping suddenly outside
the little inn.
An aide-de-camp burst in upon me.
“Your name, sir?” he demanded in a whisper.
“Petrovitch,” I replied in the same tone.
“Come this way, if you please.”
In less than a minute
