Chapter 19

“How much a year do you earn in my service, that makes you take such care of me?” said Mabuse spitefully. “Quite enough,” answered Spoerri; “but that is not why I do it.” “Why then? Are you enamoured of my person, or is it merely the Christian charity that it suits you Swiss folk to assume since the war?” “Yes,” said Spoerri simply. “I have three and a half millions here in my dispatch-case. If you dared to, you would strangle me, but you don’t dare, and that is all there is about it. That is your pure humanity and…