Chapter 16: Commander von Brüning

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​⁠To resume my story in narrative form.

I was awakened at ten o’clock on the 19th, after a long and delicious sleep, by Davies’s voice outside, talking his unmistakable German. Looking out, in my pyjamas, I saw him on the quay above in conversation with a man in a long mackintosh coat and a gold-laced navy cap. He had a close-trimmed auburn beard, a keen, handsome face, and an animated manner. It was