Your name will be Van der Linden, a respectable Java merchant going home to his plantations after a visit to his native shores.

You had better get your _dossier_ by heart, but I guarantee you will be asked no questions.

We manage these things well in Germany.' I kept my eyes on the fire, while I did some savage thinking.

I knew they would not let me out of their sight till they saw me in Holland, and, once there, there would be no possibility of getting back.

When I left this house I would have no chance of giving them the slip.