Translated by Zhang Bao, a midnight visitor, on August 1, 2018

Of all the detective books Fowler has read, Osabble must never be described as an agent. Osabble was a big man, very fat, and his accent, and although he spoke French and German quite well, he never changed the New England accent he had brought with him from Boston 20 years earlier.

On this day, he followed Osabble to his room. His room was on the top floor of a sixth-floor in an old-fashioned French inn. The room is not big, there are almost no furnishings in it, not even a romantic character. Fowler was somewhat disappointed when he followed him into the room from the hallway of the floor.

"Are you disappointed?" said to Osable, shrugging his shoulders and telling his guest, "someone told you that I was an agent, a spy. You want to meet me because you're a young romantic writer. You're looking forward to meeting a mysterious person, as well as the sound of pistol gunfire and drugs in alcohol. ”

"Instead, you spend the whole night in a French concert hall with a dirty fat man. He just took a regular call from his room for a date, not valuable intel from those black-eyed beauties. You're bored. The fat man smiled softly, opened the door, and stood aside to let his guests in.

"Please take heart, my young friend. Looking at the guests with a disappointed look, Osabble added. "In a few moments you'll see a document, a very important document, that several men and women of intelligence officers risked their lives to get it. If I want to say that this event will eventually be officially grasped. That document is likely to affect the course of history. Isn't that a lot like a play, isn't it?" Auxer closed the door behind him as he said this. Then the lights were turned on.

When the lights came on, Fowler was shocked for the first time today. He saw a man standing in the middle of the room with a small pistol in his hand. Osable, on the other hand, only blinked.

"Max," he said, "you have surprised me. I thought you were in Berlin. Why are you in my room?"

Max was thin, not tall, and had that fox-like suspicion on his face. Aside from that gun, he didn't look that dangerous.

"A piece of information," he said in a calm tone, "a piece of information about the newly developed missile that will be handed over to you tonight." I think I've got to get it from you. This information will be safer in my hands than in yours. ”

Osabble walked over to an armchair and sat down heavily. "I'm going to fall out with management this time, and it makes me very angry," he said in a firm tone, "and this is the second time in a month that someone has come into my room from the balcony!" Fowler's eyes were fixed on one of the windows of the room. It was a very ordinary window, and it was pitch black outside.

"Balcony?" said Max, "no, I have a master key. I didn't expect to walk to the balcony. If I had to go to the balcony, it might have saved me some trouble. ”

"It's not my balcony," Orpheus explained angrily, "it belongs to an apartment." You see, this room used to be part of the building area here, and the next room had a balcony that now extends under my window. You can climb up from the empty room next door, someone did that last month. The management promised to stop it, but they didn't have it at all. ”

Fowler stiffened beside Osable. Max waved the gun in his hand and said to Fowler, "You may be seated." We'll have to wait another half an hour. ”

Osableh said, "Tell me, Max, how did you Germans know this information?"

The little spy smiled and said, "We want to know how we got this information." However, there will be no harm, and I'm going to take it away tonight. What's that? Who's at the door?"

Fowler was startled by the sudden knock on the door.

"It's the police coming," he said, "and I think this important piece of information we're waiting for needs some extra protection." I told them to keep a good watch over me and make sure nothing went wrong. ”

Max bit his lip. At this time, the knock on the door continued.

"What are you going to do, Max?" asked Osable, "if I don't open the door, they'll go in too." The door was not locked, and they would not hesitate to shoot. ”

Max glared angrily, his face turned blue, and hurried towards the window. He put his hands behind his back, opened the window, stretched his legs into the night, and said, "I'll wait on the balcony." Find a way to get them away, or I'll shoot, seize the opportunity!"

The knock on the door grew louder and louder, and the shouts increased, "Mr. Osabul!

Max's body twisted, he stood on the windowsill with one hand holding the gun, the gun was still pointed at the fat man and his guest, the other hand grasping the frame of the window, and in order to support himself, he put his full body weight on one leg, and then he put the other leg on the windowsill.

The doorknob was turning. Max quickly supported himself with his left hand, but he suddenly lost his balance and fell from the window to the balcony below. He screamed.

At that moment, the door opened, and a waiter entered the room with a tray. There is a bottle and two glass cups on the tray. "It's the drink you ordered, sir. The waiter placed the tray on the table and left the room.

Fowler was pale and trembling. He stammered, "But...... But... The policeman...... Why haven't you come yet?"

"There is no policeman but Henry, whom I expected," said Osable. ”

"But what about the man on the balcony?" Fowler asked.

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