If you won't give me them, I will have every item out of the trucks and make a new list.

But a correct list I have, or the stuff stays here till Doomsday.' He was a slim, foppish fellow, and he looked more puzzled than angry.
'I offer you enough,' he said, again stretching out his hand.
At that I fairly roared.

'If you try to bribe me, you infernal little haberdasher, I'll have you off that horse and chuck you in the river.' He no longer misunderstood me.

He began to curse and threaten, but I cut him short.
'Come along to the commandant, my boy,' I said, and I marched away, tearing up his typewritten sheets as I went and strewing them behind me like a paper chase.
We had a fine old racket in the commandant's office.

I said it was my business, as representing the German Government, to see the stuff delivered to the consignee at Constantinople ship-shape and Bristol-fashion.