Sherlock Holmes.

Chapter 157 The Last Greeting (19)
"Oh, he's pretending to be a car expert. Of course I drive a car. We're talking car terms. The various accessories represent various information. The radiator represents the battleship, the oil pump represents the cruiser, and the spark plug refers to the naval signal."

"When was this telegram sent?"

"From Portsmouth this afternoon."

"How are you going to send him?"

"Give him five hundred pounds for the business, and his wages."

"Huh!" the baron snorted, "This kind of greedy thing, yes, this kind of traitor is very useful, but giving them so much money, it's too cheap for them, I really can't be reconciled."

"I don't think so. For Ali Timon, I'm willing to give him anything, because he does a great job. No matter what kind of goods, as long as I give him enough money, he will definitely be able to deliver the goods. Looking for such an excellent partner It is not easy, indeed. Besides, he is no traitor, and I am sure that the indignation of our German nobles against the English is nothing compared with that of a true American of Irish blood."

"What, he's an American of Irish descent?"

"If you listen to him and spend time with him, you will naturally believe me. But he seems to be difficult to understand sometimes, and I don't know what he is thinking. He seems to be declaring war on the British and the King of England. .I think you should see him and you'll know I'm telling the truth. Do you have to go? He'll be here any minute."

"No, I have more important things to do. I have already exceeded the time I should stay, so we have to wait for you tomorrow morning. When you get the signal book from the villa of the Duke of Buck, your mission in England will be Well done. You're free to wander around again. Ah! Hungarian wine!" he cried, pointing to the dusty tall-necked decanter with two amber goblets beside it.

"Would you like a drink before you go?"

"No, thank you, although I really want to drink, but that will delay things."

"Alitimon likes to drink very much, especially Hungarian wine. He often comes to my place to drink! He is a fiery temper. You should perfunctory him in some trivial matters. I promise, I have to watch him carefully." While speaking, The two had reached the steps outside, and the Benz sedan was beside the steps. Seeing the two coming out, the driver stepped on the accelerator and started the car. "I think everything is so quiet and peaceful now, maybe in a week there will be amazing sparks, and by then, the British coast will not be so calm. It will be so lively and exciting. ! If we have a spaceship, the heaven will no longer be peaceful. At that time, the sky and the earth will be our world, haha! Hey, who is this person?"

Behind them there was light from a window, and there was an old old lamp in the house, under which sat an old woman with a rosy face and white hair, wearing a small country sack hat, bent over her knitting, From time to time, he stopped to stroke the big black cat curled up on the stool next to him.

"She is my servant Mercy."

The Baron smiled.

"She's really the very embodiment of Britain, carefree, oblivious to the changes around her. May they always be like this. Now, V. Poka, goodbye!" He waved and got into the car, the headlights It opened with a "snap" to reveal two golden rays of light. The baron leaned back on the back seat, imagining the tragedy that would happen in Europe and the role he would play in it.When the car carrying him was driving on a country road, a Ford sedan drove from the opposite side, but he didn't see it.

After seeing the lights of Benz's car disappear, V. Pocca slowly returned to the study. His old housekeeper, Mercy, had already turned off the lights and had a rest.His house was dark and silent, and he walked slowly, feeling a new feeling in his heart.He has a huge family business, and everyone in the family is safe and sound. In this house, except for the old woman, it is his own exclusive place. Thinking of this, he is extremely excited.

A lot of things in the study needed to be sorted out, he acted while thinking, and finally, his handsome face was flushed red by the fire from the documents, and his eyes danced with the flames.A gray travel bag was placed on the table, and he carefully packed and inspected it, putting the valuables together and planning to put them into the bag.At this time, he heard the sound of a car in the distance, and he breathed a sigh of relief.Fastened the leather bag straps, closed and locked the safe door, and went outside.

Standing on the steps, he saw a car parked at the door, a person came out of it, and walked towards him quickly. The driver leisurely lit a cigarette and leaned on the chair, as if planning to stay on duty all night.

"Are you ready?" V. Poka asked anxiously, opening the door to receive his visitor.

The man waved the little yellow paper bag triumphantly in reply.

"You must give me a warm welcome this evening, sir, and I've come home full of rewards," he cried.

"Signal?"

"Everything I said in the telegram, it's all here, the signal machine, the fire code, the Coney wireless telegraph, but you know, it's hard enough, even if it's a copy. Want to get the original file, it's not normal Dangerous, but the replica is as useful to you as the real one, I guarantee it must be true, don't worry!" He patted the German on the shoulder very affectionately, but the German ducked, he obviously Not used to this kind of intimacy.

"Come in, I'm the only one in the room, and this is what I want. The copy is definitely better than the original. If the original is lost, they will definitely change the password. Then we will fail again. Do you think the copy is reliable? "

The man walked into the study, lay on the chair, and stretched his limbs. He was about sixty years old, tall and thin, with a clear face, a goatee, and raised his head when he spoke.He took out a cigar, sniffed it, struck a match and lit it.

"What, are you going to move out?" He said while looking around.The bookshelf in front of the safe was still in place, and the curtain was also open. He looked at it and pointed to it and asked, "Where did you put the documents?"

"Why not?"

"Oh, bro, you put the files in there! Are you out of your mind? They will think you are a spy, if they knew that all the letters I wrote to you were put in this unsafe place, I would still write it, it's almost It's a fool."

"No one can open this safe," said V. Pocca, "and no matter what tool or method you use, it will never be opened without my method."

"Where is the lock?"

"The same cannot be opened, the lock is double-layered, do you understand how it is?"

"I don't understand." The American replied.

"If you want to open the lock, you must first know a word and several numbers." He stood up and pointed to the double-layer disc around the keyhole.

"Dial letters on the outer layer and numbers on the inner layer."

"Well, very good!"

"Therefore, don't think it's very simple. It was specially made by someone four years ago. Let me tell you how I choose the numbers and letters. How about it?"

"I am not sure."

"Look, the word I chose was 'August' and the number was '1914'."

The American had a look of surprise and admiration on his face.

"Well, great, that's really ingenious."

"Yes, few people in the world can guess this number, right? You know it now, and I will quit tomorrow."

"But man, you can't just slap your ass and go tomorrow. You can't leave me alone, I don't want to be in this goddamn place by myself. I'm going to be here in less than a week and England's going to be pissed off, and I have to go, to Go across the ocean and watch the fire there."

"You're an American, they can't do anything about you."

"It doesn't work, isn't Jack Jemmers an American too, and he's in prison in England too? You tell the British police that you're American, it doesn't work, they say: 'Now you're on English soil committed a crime,'" said Alitimon, rubbing his hands.

"Speaking of Jack Jemmers, I don't think you did enough to protect your men, did you?"

"What did you say?" Von Poca said sternly.

"Oh, you see, you're their leader, aren't you? You should do your best to protect them from any mistakes. Have you ever saved him? Just say Jaimes—"

"He's an idiot, and it's all his own fault."

"I admit that he is an idiot, but you have to protect him even more."

"It's all because of his self-assessment, he did it on his own, and that bastard Helis." Poca said angrily.

"That's just crazy."

"Oh, he's a dork and a sprite, and it's unbearable to deal with a hundred bastards trying to get at him from morning to night, and there's that Steiner—"

"he?"

For a moment V. Poka was stunned, his face paled with astonishment.

"How's Steiner?"

"Hmph, what's the matter? He got caught, it's that simple, his shop was ransacked last night, and all the people and documents went to Portsmouth Jail. You just slapped your ass and left, poor man If you have to suffer some hardships, it is not bad if you can save your life, so if you want to go, I have to go with you."

V. Poka has always been calm and able to control his emotions, but this time, he obviously felt anxious, and an uneasy expression appeared on his always confident face.This unexpected news shocked him.

"How did they get him? It was such a bad blow."

"The more serious ones are yet to come. I think I will be caught next, soon!"

"No way!"

"Why not, I don't know where the police got the clues. Some plainclothes often appear in the surrounding small shops and small shops. A few days ago, my landlord, Mrs. Pollyton, was also questioned. As soon as I saw these Feel bad I should hurry up sir I wonder how those cops would know! Stein that's the fifth person you've lost since I signed up to do it for you and it scares me. God knows if I don't hurry up Who will the sixth man be? Sir, what do you think? Don't you feel ashamed to see the people who work for you suffer for their failures?"

V. Poca was flushed, and his eyes gleamed fiercely.

"How dare you talk to me like that?"

"Sir, don't be angry. If I don't dare to act, I will never do things for you. However, I still want to speak out my thoughts directly. It is said that for German politicians, a spy is a piece of work for you. The machine that is manipulated will tear down the bridge if it has no use value."

V. Poka stood up suddenly, and with a bang a glass shattered him.

"You actually said that I betrayed my spies!"

"Sir, I didn't say that, but it's always a scam. You have to figure it out. I don't want to risk my life anymore. I'm going to Holland, as soon as possible."

Von Poca did his best to suppress his anger.

"We've been working together so happily for so long, there really shouldn't be any quarrels," he tried to pretend to be amiable, and said with a wry smile, "You've done a great job, I understand how much risk you've taken and how much you've suffered, I won't Forget all this, thank you! You go to Holland as soon as possible, and then take a boat from Rotterdam to New York. By next week, other routes will be very dangerous. Give me that book, and I will put it away with other papers .”

The American slowly took out a small bag from his arms, hesitating and showing no intention of handing it over to him.

"Where's the money?" he asked.

"what?"

"Cash, pay, five hundred pounds. Damn it, the gunman turned his back on it in the end, so I had to agree to pay him another hundred pounds, but he was forced to. I had to give him another hundred pounds. It worked, and it cost me two hundred pounds all the way. So you sent me off as if—"

V. Poka looked at the American contemptuously, and said with a wry smile: "Dude, you don't believe me, you mean you pay for it and deliver it?"

"Yes, we have been in the Jianghu for so many years, so there is no need to say more about the rules in the business field, it's about trading!"

"Okay, as usual," he sat down, quickly tore off a checkbook from the checkbook, and wrote it twice without handing it to his companion, "Since our relationship is like this, Mr. Alitimon , credit is the most important thing in business, if you don’t trust me anymore, then I don’t need to trust you, right?” He said and turned to look at the American, “The check is here, but I have the right to Check your paper bag before you withdraw your money."

(End of this chapter)