at the last minute. I wanted to get rid of the coat and cap,
but the man was there, and I didn't like to move out of the carriage for
other people to notice. So I sat on. We came to St. Polten at last.
The man in my carriage took his bag, got out, and left his paper on the
seat. We started again; I breathed at last, and as soon as I could took
the cap and coat and threw them out into the darkness. I thought: 'I
shall get across the frontier now.' I took my own cap out and found the
moustache Luigi gave me; rubbed my clothes as clean as possible; stuck on
the moustache, and with some little ends of chalk in my pocket made my
eyebrows light; then drew some lines in my face to make it older, and
pulled my cap well down above my wig. I did it pretty well--I was quite
like the man who had got out. I sat in his corner, took up his
newspaper, and waited for Amstetten. It seemed a tremendous time before
we got there. From behind my paper I could see five or six policemen on
the platform, one quite close. He opened the door, looked at me, and
walked through the carriage into the corridor. I took some tobacco and
rolled up a cigarette, but it shook, Harz lifted the ivy twig, like this.
In a minute the conductor and two more policemen came. 'He was here,'
said the conductor, 'with this gentleman.' One of them looked at me, and
asked: 'Have you seen a policeman travelling on this train?' 'Yes,' I
said. 'Where?' 'He got out at St. Polten.' The policeman asked the
conductor: 'Did you see him get out there?' The conductor shook his
head. I said: 'He got out as the train was moving.' 'Ah!' said the
policeman, 'what was he like?' 'Rather short, and no moustache. Why?'
'Did you notice anything unusual?' 'No,' I said, 'only that he wore
coloured trousers. What's the matter?' One policeman said to the other:
'That's our man! Send a telegram to St. Polten; he has more than an
hour's start.' He asked me where I was going. I told him: 'Linz.'
'Ah!' he said, 'you'll have to give evidence; your name and address
please?' 'Josef Reinhardt, 17 Donau Strasse.' He wrote it down. The
conductor said: 'We are late, can we start?' They shut the door. I
heard them say to the conductor: 'Search again at Linz, and report to the
Inspector there.' They hurried on to the platform, and we started. At
first I thought I would get out as soon as the train had left the
station. Then, that I should be too far from the frontier; better