"The spy, who has eaten up ten thousand crowns, is not worth his salt.

He has watched this man Hamilton for two days, been his guide in the hills, and yet learns nothing.

And the rigor of the customs is a farce." "This day," replied the minister, "the police lost its jurisdiction over the customs.

Complaints have been entered at the British legation, which forwarded them to the chancellor." "O ho!" The Colonel pulled his mustache.
"I warned you against this.

The chancellor is a man to be respected, whatever his beliefs.