CHAPTER X.THE WALLS ARE FALLING.
The unidentified man, who called himself Werner, was tired of life and struggle.

There was a time when he loved life very dearly, when he enjoyed the theater, literature and social intercourse.

Endowed with an excellent memory and a firm will, he had mastered several European languages and could easily pass for a German, a Frenchman or an Englishman.

He usually spoke German with a Bavarian accent, but when he felt like it, he could speak like a born Berliner.

He was fond of dress, his manners were excellent and he alone, of all the members of the organization, dared attend the balls given in high society, without running the risk of being recognized as an outsider.
But for a long time, altogether unnoticed by his comrades, there had ripened in his soul a dark contempt for mankind; contempt mingled with despair and painful, almost deadly fatigue.