oved a little into the
other room. 'Now!' I thought, and slipped off my cloak. I hooked off
a policeman's coat and cap, and put them on. My heart beat till I felt
sick. I went on tiptoe to the window. There was no one outside, but at
the entrance a man was holding some horses. I opened the window a little
and held my breath. I heard the Inspector say: 'I will report you for
impertinence!' and slipped through the window. The coat came down nearly
to my heels, and the cap over my eyes. I walked up to the man with the
horses, and said: 'Good-evening.' One of the horses had begun to kick,
and he only grunted at me. I got into a passing tram; it was five
minutes to the West Bahnhof; I got out there. There was a train
starting; they were shouting 'Einsteigen!' I ran. The collector tried to
stop me. I shouted: 'Business--important!' He let me by. I jumped into a
carriage. The train started."

He paused, and Christian heaved a sigh.

Harz went on, twisting a twig of ivy in his hands: "There was another
man in the carriage reading a paper. Presently I said to him, 'Where do
we stop first?' 'St. Polten.' Then I knew it was the Munich express--St.
Polten, Amstetten, Linz, and Salzburg--four stops before the frontier.
The man put down his paper and looked at me; he had a big fair moustache
and rather shabby clothes. His looking at me disturbed me, for I thought
every minute he would say: 'You're no policeman!' And suddenly it came
into my mind that if they looked for me in this train, it would be as a
policeman!--they would know, of course, at the station that a policeman
had run past 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