August 2 at 9 pm - This is the most terrible August in the history of the world. Some people may have thought that because of God's curse, this fallen world seems boring and dull. In the sultry air, there is something

A frightening silence and a feeling of hopelessness. The sun has set in the west, but there is still a blood-red mark hanging low in the western sky like a gaping wound. Starlight begins to twinkle in the sky, and the light from the ship below shines in the sky.

In the bay, beside the stone railing of the garden walk, stood two famous Germans, behind them a long row of dreary, low gabled houses.

They looked down at the beach at the foot of the huge chalk cliff. Von Bock himself had been like a wandering mountain eagle. Four years ago, he had settled on this cliff, and the two of them stood there close to each other.

Whispering. From below, two cigarette butts glowing red are like a pair of devil's eyes, smoking and peering into the darkness.

Von Bock was an outstanding figure. He was among the best among the intelligence officers working for the German Emperor. Because of his outstanding talents, he was first sent to Britain to perform an extremely important mission. Since he accepted the mission, the world

Only with the five or six people who really knew the truth, they became more and more aware of his shrewdness and ability. One of them was his current companion, Baron von Herring, first secretary of the embassy. At this time, the baron's 100-horsepower Mercedes-Benz

The car is stuck in a small alley in the countryside, waiting to take its owner to London.

"Based on the trends I'm seeing, you'll probably be able to go back to Berlin within this week," the secretary said. "Dear von Bock, when you get there, I think you'll be impressed by the welcome you're about to receive.

Surprised. I have heard some comments about your outstanding work from the highest authorities in the country." The secretary is tall and has a calm and slow voice, which has always been an important asset in his political career.

Feng Bock laughed.

"It is easier to deceive them," he said. "There are no more docile and pure people than they are."

"I don't know about this." Von Hering said thoughtfully, "They have some strange restrictions, and we must learn to abide by these regulations. Their apparent purity and simplicity are, to a stranger,

It's a trap. The first impression people get is often that they are extremely docile. However, next, you will suddenly encounter a very severe event, and then you will understand that you have reached your limit, and you must adapt to the fact.

.For example, they have their own bigoted habits, and they must abide by them."

"Hey, do you mean 'good education' or something like that?" Feng Bock sighed, like a man who has suffered a lot.

"I mean all the strange English prejudices which have manifested themselves, and I am qualified to speak of my own, insofar as I am concerned with the single greatest blunder I have ever made, for if I fully understand what I am doing

I will be more aware of my achievements when I work. At that time, when I first came here, I was invited to a weekend dance held at a cabinet minister's villa. The conversation was so casual and vulgar that it was shocking."

Feng Bock nodded and said indifferently: "I've been there too."

"Needless to say, I naturally gave a brief report of the situation to Berlin. Unfortunately, our good Prime Minister was quite negligent about such matters. He made a statement on the radio to show that he knew what was being said.

.In this case, of course it will be traced to me. You don’t know the loss I suffered this time. I want to tell you that our British masters are not docile on such occasions. In order to eliminate this

The negative impact took me two years. Now, with your attitude as an athlete..."

"No, don't call it posture. Posture is man-made, and it comes naturally to me. I am a natural athlete. I have a hobby in this area."

"Okay, that will be more effective. You row with them, hunt with them, and play polo. You compete with them in all kinds of sports. I heard that your one-man and four-horse carriage

You won a prize at the Olympia, and I heard you even had a boxing match with a young officer. What was the result? No one took you seriously. You were a 'connoisseur of sport', or 'a German

He is a very decent man, a daring young man who drinks well, likes nightclubs, and wanders around the city. This quiet country house of yours has always been the center of activity, and half of the sabotage in the UK is done here.

In the beginning, you, a country gentleman who loves sports, turned out to be the most capable spy in Europe. Genius, dear von Bock, you are really a genius!"

"Praises and awards, Baron. But I dare say that my four years in this country have not been wasted. You haven't inspected my little study yet. Would you like to come in for a while?" The door of the study leads directly to the steps.

, Von Bock pushed the door open and led the way. He first turned on the light switch, and then closed the door. The big baron followed behind him. Von Bock carefully closed the thick curtains on the lattice windows. Waiting until this

After everything was done, he turned his tanned eagle face to Baron von Hering.

"Some documents are no longer here." Feng Bock said, "My wife and other family members left here yesterday for Fuxing. They took away the less important documents. I asked the embassy to give the rest to

To protect.”

"Your name is on the list as a personal attendant, and there will be no difficulty in packing your luggage. Of course, it is possible that we will not have to leave, which is equally possible. England might abandon France to its fate.

Well! What we can be sure of is that there is no binding treaty between Britain and France."

"What about Belgium?"

"Same thing."

Von Bock shook his head and said: "I really don't understand how this can be done. Obviously with the treaty in place, Belgium will never recover from this humiliation."

"At least Belgium can have peace for the time being."

"And where is Belgium's honor?"

"Dear von Bock, we live in the era of utilitarianism, and honor is already an ancient concept in the Middle Ages. In addition, Britain is not prepared. Our special war tax is as high as 50 million pounds. Our purpose is obvious, it is for everyone

It was visible, like an advertisement on the front page of The Times, but it didn't wake the British people from their sleep. It's incredible. You can hear this question being discussed everywhere, and it is my mission to find the answer; everywhere

There is a wave of resentment, and my mission is to quell the resentment. However, I can assure you that on the most critical issues - such as stockpiling munitions, preparing submarines for combat, and preparing to make high explosives, Britain is unprepared.

Especially since we triggered the Irish Civil War and made it so chaotic, how could Britain, which had too much to take care of itself, still participate in the war?"

"The British must think about their own future."

"This is another matter. I think that in the future, we will have very clear plans for Britain, and the information you obtained is extremely important to us. For Mr. John Bull, it is either today or tomorrow.

If Britain is willing to fight today, we are fully prepared. If it is tomorrow, we are even better prepared. I think Britain should be smarter and join the Allied war instead of the Allied Powers. However, this is their

It's their own business. This week is the week that will decide their fate. But you just talked about your documents." Baron von Hering sat in an armchair, sipping his cigar leisurely, the light shining on his big, bald head.

The large room was paneled with oak wainscoting, and the walls were lined with bookshelves. A curtain hung in the far corner. Von Pock opened the curtain, revealing a large brass safe. He took the small key from his watch chain.

, fiddled with the lock, and the heavy cabinet door opened.

"Look!" von Bock said, pointing his finger.

The inside of the large brass safe was brightly illuminated. The secretary of the embassy concentrated on looking at the rows of filled sorting racks in the safe. There was a label on each sorting rack. At a glance, he saw that it was a

A long list of titles, such as "The Shoals", "Aircraft", "Port Defense", "Egypt", "Ireland", "The Channel", "Portsmouth Fortress", "Rosyth", etc., so to speak,

Every slot is filled with documents and plans.

"It's amazing!" said the secretary of the embassy. He put down his cigar and patted each other gently with his fat hands.

"Everything was accomplished in four years, Baron. Not a bad job for a country gentleman who loves wine and horses! But the treasures of my collection are coming soon, and I have prepared a place.

." Feng Bock pointed to a space with the words "Naval Signal" printed on it.

"But don't you already have a dossier of materials here?"

"It has expired and is now useless paper. The Admiralty has noticed and all the codes have been changed. Baron, this is a heavy blow - the most serious defeat in all my campaigns. Fortunately I have a bankbook

, and with my good helper Alta Meng, everything will go smoothly tonight."

Feng Helin looked at his watch, felt a little disappointed, and sighed.

"Oh, I really can't wait any longer. Things are currently going on in the Kaldun compound, as you can imagine. We must each perform our duties. Originally, I thought I could bring back the news of your victory.

Didn’t Alta Meng decide on a time?”

Von Bock took out a telegram, the content of which is as follows:

"Be sure to bring spark plugs tonight, Alta Meng."

"Spark plug?" Von Herring was quite doubtful.

"You understand, Alta is pretending to be a car expert, and I am the manager of a car shop. On the surface, we are talking about the sale of car parts. In fact, this is the secret code for our contact. If he says 'radiator', he means

means battleships; 'oil pumps' means cruisers, etc. 'Spark plugs' means naval signals."

"Sent from Portsmouth at noon." The secretary of the embassy said, checking the name and address, and then replied: "By the way, what reward do you plan to give him?"

"After completing this matter, give him 500 pounds. Of course, he will still have salary income."

"They are really greedy scoundrels. Although these traitors are very useful, I am not willing to give them such a large reward for killing people."

"I will give anything to reward Alta Meng. He is a great investigator. In his own words, I gave him enough money and he can deliver the goods no matter what. In addition, he is by no means a traitor.

I assure you, Baron, that our pan-German Junk nobles are but little pigeons in our feelings towards England compared with an American of true Irish descent."

"American of Irish descent?"

"You will never doubt it if you listen to him. Sometimes I find it difficult to understand him. He seems to declare war on the English, and on the King of England. Baron, must you go? Alta.

Moe will be here at any time."

"I won't wait for him. I'm sorry, but I have exceeded the scheduled pause time. We will wait for you tomorrow morning. When you get the signal book from the little door on the steps of the Duke of York, you will have successfully completed your work in England.

, look, Hungarian wine!" Von Herring pointed to a tightly sealed wine bottle covered with dust, and two tall wine glasses were placed on the tray next to the bottle.

"Please have a drink before you go out!"

"No more, thank you! It looks like you're going to have a good drink."

"Alta Meng likes to drink, especially the Hungarian wine I have stored. He is impatient, and I need to deal with him on some small matters. I assure you, I have to obey him." The two of them left again.

Going to the steps outside, on the other side of the steps, the Baron's driver started the accelerator, and the Mercedes-Benz sedan started to shake.

"I think this is the light of Khaliqi." The secretary of the embassy put on his windbreaker and said: "Everything seems so quiet and peaceful. There may be lights of battle within a week, but not on the British coast.

Such a peaceful area! If what Qiborin promised us comes true, then even heaven will not be peaceful. Who is this?" There was only a light in the window behind them, and there was a light in the room.

In the lamp, a rosy-faced old woman, wearing a country hat, sat at the edge of the table. She was bent over, knitting something, and occasionally stopped to pet the big black cat on the stool next to her.

"This is Martha, my remaining servant, unique here."

Feng Helin smiled slightly.

"She seems to be the embodiment of Britain." said the secretary of the embassy. "She is attentive and at ease. Well, von Bock, goodbye!" He waved and immediately got into the car. The lights on the front of the car shot out two yellow beams of light.

, penetrated the darkness, the baron leaned on the back seat of the limousine, thinking about the coming tragedy of Europe. When his car was turning around in a small rural alley, a Ford car drove towards him, and he also

Didn't notice.

After the lights of the Mercedes-Benz disappeared in the distance, Feng Bock slowly walked back to the study.

The old housekeeper Martha had turned off the lights and fell asleep. His large house was filled with silence and darkness. This gave him a new understanding, because his family had a great business and everyone in his family was safe.

Except for Martha's activities in the kitchen, he was alone in this place. Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved. In the study, there were many documents that needed to be sorted or destroyed, so he took action, and his handsome face was burned

The documents were burned red by the firelight, and a travel bag lay beside the table.

Feng Bock began to carefully and orderly organize the precious documents, preparing to put them into his travel bag. When he was just about to do this work, his sensitive ears heard the sound of a car in the distance. Suddenly, he relaxed with satisfaction.

He took a breath. He tied the belt on his travel bag, closed the door of the safe, locked it, and hurriedly walked to the steps outside. When he came to the steps, he happened to see the headlights of the car. The car was there.

Stopping in front of the door, a man jumped out and walked towards him quickly. The driver of the car looked a bit old, with a gray beard, but his body seemed very strong. He sat there as if he was preparing to stay up all night.

Normal duty.

"Okay!" Feng Bock greeted enthusiastically and went up to greet the visitor.

The visitor enthusiastically held up a small yellow paper bag and waved it in response.

"You must welcome me well tonight, sir!" Altameng shouted, "I must have returned victorious!"

"Where's the signal?"

"It's what I mentioned in the telegram. It has everything, signals, light codes, Marconi wireless telegraphy... But this is just a copy, not the original. It would be too dangerous. However, this is real

Good thing, you can rest assured." Alta Meng patted Feng Bock's shoulder roughly, appearing to be more affectionate, but the German avoided such an overly affectionate expression.

"Please come in!" said von Bock, "I am the only one in the room, and this is what I am waiting for. The replica is better than the original, because if the original is lost, they will replace them all. But, do you think,

Are replicas reliable?"

This Irish American entered von Bock's study, stretched out his slender hands and feet, and sat on an armchair. He was a thin and tall man, nearly sixty years old, with a pale face and a small goatee.

His beard looked like a cartoon of Uncle Sam. He held a half-smoked cigar in the corner of his mouth, soaked with saliva. After he sat down, he struck a match and relit the half-smoked cigar.

"Are you planning to move?" Altameng said, looking around. "Hey, sir!" He continued. At this time, the curtain in front of the safe was opened, and his eyes fell on the safe.

, asked: "You put the documents here?"

"Yes."

"Ah, if you put it in such an open new thing, they would think you were a spy. Hey, an American robber could easily open it with just a can opener knife. If I had known that all my information would be

Putting it in such an unsafe thing, I would be a fool to give you the information!"

"No robber can do anything with this safe," von Bock said. "No matter what tool you use, you can't cut through this metal."

"So, where's the lock?"

"The robber can't do anything because the lock has two levels. Do you know what's going on?"

"I don't know." Alta Meng said.

"If you want to open the lock, the first step is to know a certain word and a few digits." Feng Boke stood up, pointed to the double-layered discs around the keyhole, and said, "The outer layer is the dial.

It contains the letters of the word, and the inner layer is for dialing numbers.”

"Oh, this is wonderful."

"So, opening it is not as simple as you think. I customized it 4 years ago. What do you think of the way I selected the letters and numbers of the words?"

"I don't understand."

"Let me tell you, the word I chose is 'August' and the number is '1914'. Look here."

A look of admiration appeared on Alta Meng's face and she said: "Amazing! This thing of yours is really wonderful!"

"Yes, at that time, few people could guess the date. Now, you know it. But I will close my business tomorrow morning."

"Well, I guess you have to put me in a good place! I don't want to be left alone in this damn country! I say, in a week, maybe not a week, John Bull will be erected

The hind legs jumped up and got angry. I might as well cross the sea and be a bystander."

"But you are an American citizen!"

"So what. Jack James is also an American citizen and is still being held in Botland. Telling the British police, 'I am an American citizen,' it will have no effect. They will say: 'This is a place governed by British laws and regulations.'

'By the way, speaking of Jack James, sir, it seems to me that you are not doing your best to protect your men."

"What did you say?" Feng Bock asked sternly.

"You are their boss, right? You can't let them fail, but James failed. When did you rescue them? Just say James..."

"That's James' own fault. You know this too. He likes to make his own decisions too much."

"James is a fool, I admit, but then there is Hollis." "This guy is a lunatic."

"Oh, he was a little confused in the end. He had to deal with hundreds of people day and night who wanted to use police methods to deal with him, which was enough to drive him crazy. But in front of him is Steiner..."

Feng Bock suddenly froze, his face turned from red to white, and asked: "What's wrong with Steiner?"

"The police caught him, that's all. Last night his shop was ransacked, and the men and papers were taken to Portsmouth Gaol. You can walk away, but the poor fellow will have to suffer a lot.

, I will be considered lucky if I can save my life. Therefore, I will cross the sea with you."

Feng Bock has always been a strong-willed person who can control his emotions. However, it was obvious that he was extremely shocked by the news brought by Alta Meng.

"How did the police catch Steiner?" he muttered. "This is really bad."

"You almost encountered something worse. I think it won't be too long before the police catch me."

"It's not like this!"

"That's right. My landlady, Mrs. Volleyton, was questioned by the police. As soon as I heard about this, I knew that I had to find a way out. However, sir, what I want to know is, how did the police find us?

Steiner is the fifth important person you have lost since I signed to do things for you. If I don't find a way out quickly, I don't know if the sixth person is me. How do you explain it? You look at your subordinates

Don’t you feel ashamed that the people were arrested one by one?”

Feng Boke's face turned red and he said, "How dare you say that to me."

"If I don't dare to take the responsibility or do it, sir, I won't help you. However, I'll tell you frankly what I'm thinking! It is said that for you German politicians, being an intelligence officer is the most important thing.

You won't feel any pity if you dump him after the work is done."

Feng Bock stood up suddenly and shouted: "How dare you say that I betrayed my intelligence officers!"

"That's not what I meant, sir, but there is always a strange bird, or there is a scam, and it's up to you to figure it out. Anyway, I don't want to risk my life anymore. I'm going to Holland as soon as possible."

Feng Bock suppressed the anger in his heart and said: "We have cooperated happily for a long time. Now, when we are close to victory, there should be no unnecessary quarrels. You have completed the task well and faced many dangers. All of this

, I will never forget it. You try your best to get to the Netherlands, and then take a boat from Rotterdam to New York. Within the next week, other routes will not be safe. I will hold the book and wrap it with other things.

.”

Alta Meng held the small bag in his hand and had no intention of handing it to Feng Bock.

"Where's my money?" he said.

"What money?" Feng Bock pretended to be confused.

"Remuneration, 500 pounds. Damn it, the gunman finally turned his back and refused to admit it. I had no choice but to agree and give him another 100 pounds to clear the account. Otherwise, it would be of no benefit to you or me. He was telling the truth when he said 'no way'.

Of course, after giving me the last 100 pounds, the thing was done, and it cost me 200 pounds from beginning to end. Therefore, I’m afraid it’s unjustifiable for you not to give me a reward.”

Feng Bock smiled bitterly and said: "It seems that you have a very bad evaluation of my credibility. You want me to pay you first and then give me the book, right?"

"Sir, this is a deal!"

"Okay, I'll do as you say." Feng Bock sat down at the table, tore off a check from the checkbook, and wrote a few words on it. However, he did not give it to Alta Meng immediately, and said

"The relationship between you and me has reached this point. Since you can't trust me, then I have no reason to trust you. Do you understand?" He added, turning his head to look at Alta standing behind him.

Meng, said, "The check is on the table. But before you withdraw the money, it is my right to check your paper bag."

Altameng handed him the paper bag without saying anything.

Feng Bock untied the rope on the paper package and opened the two papers wrapped outside. What appeared in front of him was a small blue book. He was secretly surprised. He sat there and stared at the book in a daze.

A while ago, there were golden words printed on the cover of the book: "A Practical Handbook of Beekeeping." The spy chief had just been reading this strange title for a few minutes when he felt a blow on the back of his neck.

One hand was stuck, and a sponge soaked in chloroform was placed on his distorted face...

"Watson, let's have another drink!" said Holmes, holding up an Imperial wine bottle.

The sturdy driver sitting at the table anxiously handed over the wine glass.

"What a delicious wine!" I exclaimed.

"It is indeed a fine wine, Watson. Our friend who is now lying on the sofa once told me that this wine must have been transported from the special wine cellar of Franz Joseph in Shenbulong Palace. Excuse me, please.

Open the window, the smell of chloroform is not good for us to taste the fine wine." The big brass safe was half open. My partner stood in front of the safe, took out one file after another and looked at it one by one. Next, neatly

He put it into von Bock's bag. The German was lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly, snoring loudly. His hands were tied with a belt, and his feet were tied with another belt.

"Don't worry, Watson, no one will disturb us. Will you please ring the bell? There is no one else in this house except Martha, who plays an important and admirable role. I

I have been in charge of this case since the beginning, and I have told her what is going on here. Oh, Martha, everything goes well. You will be happy to hear it." The cheerful old woman appeared in the aisle, and she saluted my partner,

He smiled, but glanced at Feng Bock on the sofa with some uneasiness.

"Martha, don't worry, he is 100% not hurt."

"That's good, Mr. Holmes. Judging from his usual behavior, he is an amiable master. Yesterday, he asked me to go to Germany with his wife. In that case, I would not be able to cooperate with your plan.

.”

"Yes, Martha. As long as you are here, I feel relieved. We have been waiting for your signal for a while tonight."

"The secretary of the embassy is here, Mr. Holmes."

"I know this. The embassy secretary's car drove past our car."

"I thought he wouldn't leave! I understand, Mr. Holmes, that while he is here, I cannot cooperate with your actions."

"That's true. We waited for about half an hour before we noticed the light coming from your room, and we knew there was no obstacle here. Martha, if you go to London tomorrow, you can report the situation to me at the Cora Smart Hotel

.”

"Okay, Mr. Holmes."

"I think you are ready to leave?"

"Yes. He sent a total of 7 letters today, and I wrote down all the addresses."

"Excellent, Martha. Tomorrow, I will look at these documents carefully. Now, good night!" When the old woman walked away, my partner continued: "It is not particularly important. Of course, the information provided by the documents has already reached Germany.

In the hands of the government, it is simply difficult to send these original documents out of the country."

"So, these documents are all useless paper?"

"You can't say that, dear Watson. The documents can at least show our people what information has been known to the other party and what information has not been known to the other party. There are many such documents that have passed through my hands.

Of course, the intelligence sent here is not reliable at all. Being able to see a German cruiser sailing on the Solon Sea according to the minefield plan I provided will definitely make my later years extremely glorious. And you, dear Hua

"Sir..." Holmes put down the work at hand, held my shoulders, and said, "I haven't seen your true face yet. How have you been in the past few years? It seems that you are still the same happy teenager as before."

"

"I feel as if I were twenty years younger, my dear Holmes. I was delighted when I received your telegram asking me to meet you at Haliqi. But you have not changed much—except for your goatee.

.”

"Watson, this is a small contribution to our motherland!" My companion stroked his goatee and said: "Tomorrow, this will become an unpleasant memory. I will trim my hair and trim my appearance.

Tomorrow, when I show up again at Cora's Wise Hotel, I will undoubtedly be exactly the same as I was before I played the role of an American. But before I play the role of an American, I'm sorry, Watson, my

It seems that the mother tongue has been impure for a long time.”

"However, you have retired honorably, dear Holmes. I heard that you have been living a hermit-like life on a small farm in the southern prairie with bees, books, etc. as your companions."

"Yes, Watson. This is the result of my free and leisurely life - it can be regarded as my masterpiece in recent years." Holmes picked up a book from the table and read out the full title of the book: "A Practical Handbook of Beekeeping"

——Also on the problem of isolating the queen bee. He said: "I completed it completely independently. This result was achieved by my hard work day and night. I have observed these small and extremely hard-working bee colonies, just like I once observed the bee colonies in London.

It’s like the criminal world.”

"So, how do you get back to work?"

"Oh, I often feel a little strange myself. If it were just the Foreign Secretary, I could still stand it. However, it is said that the Prime Minister also plans to visit my residence - that's it, Watson, lying on the sofa

This Mr. Feng Bock is so good to our country! Because he has a group of accomplices, many of our country's important plans have been seriously frustrated. However, at first we could not find the reason. We suspected some foreign spies and even arrested some stragglers.

.However, it turns out that there is a strong secret core force of foreign spies, and it is absolutely necessary to expose it. Strong pressure forced me to feel that it was everyone's responsibility to investigate this matter. It took me two years, Watson.

, I have not lacked fun in the past two years. When I tell you the following situation, you will understand how complicated things are. I traveled far away from Chicago, USA, and joined an Irish secret society in Buffalo.

I caused a lot of trouble at the police station in Jiebalun, and finally attracted the attention of important espionage personnel under von Bock. This backbone thought that I was very capable, so he actively recommended me. From then on, I got their attention.

Trust. In this way, I cleverly caused most of their plans to go awry, and five of von Bock's most capable spies were sent to prison. Watson, I monitored them closely and waited for them

Cultivate one to maturity, and I will deal with one. Dear Watson, I hope you live as well as before!" My partner's last words were meant for Feng Bock.

After a period of panting, Von Bock blinked, and lay quietly, listening to my partner. Now he began to roar and curse in German, and his facial muscles twitched with anger. My partner was screaming while the prisoner was swearing.

But he was checking the documents on the side.

"Although German is not rich in musical rhythm, it is also the most expressive of all languages." When von Bock was exhausted from scolding, Holmes's eyes stared at a piece of paper that had not yet been put into the box.

Zhang copied a corner of the picture and said: "One more person should be arrested. This chief accountant. I don't know if he is a rogue, although I have been monitoring him for a long time. Mr. Feng Bock, you have to answer a lot of questions for me!"

The prisoner Feng Bock struggled to sit up on the sofa and looked at his captor with a mixture of surprise and hatred.

"Alta Meng, I must compete with you." He said seriously and slowly: "Even if it takes my whole life, I will compete with you."

"These are the old tunes you love to sing," said my companion. "I have heard them too many times in the past. These are the tunes that the late Professor Meliadi loved to sing, Sebastian Morin. The colonel also sang this tune. However, I am still alive and keeping bees leisurely in the grasslands of southern my country."

"I'm going to curse you, you double traitor!" Feng Bock shouted, tugging hard on the belt that bound him, his furious eyes filled with murderous intent.

"No, I'm not that bad." My partner said with a smile. "Let me tell you, Mr. Altamont in Chicago is actually no one. I just use his name. He is already in this world."

Disappeared."

"So, who are you?"

"Who I am is secondary. But since you are interested in this, Mr. von Bock, I will tell you that this is not the first time I have dealt with your family. I have done several big businesses in Germany in the past.

, my name may not be unfamiliar to you."

"I would like to hear the details." Feng Bock said coldly.

"When your cousin Henry West was minister to the Empire, I was the one who prompted Lady Ayling Adler to separate from the former King of Bohemia. I rescued your mother's brother, Count Gora Laustein, from the nihilist Corot.

It's me who pulls Pu Man's magic hand. I also..."

Feng Boke shouted in shock: "It turns out that these are all the same person!"

"Yes, not bad," said my companion.

Feng Bock sighed, fell on the sofa, and shouted: "Most of that information has passed through your hands, what value will it have? Look, what have I done? This will destroy me forever.

The land is destroyed!”

"Intelligence is, of course, unreliable," said my companion. "It should have been carefully checked, but you did not have the time or energy to do so. Your admiral may discover that the new cannon is larger than he expected, and the cruiser

Maybe faster."

Feng Bock was desperate and grabbed his own throat.

"There are many other details that will emerge in due course. However, Mr. von Bock, you have a temperament that few Germans have, which is: you are an excellent athlete. When you realize that you

When the person who outsmarts others is finally outsmarted by others, you will not have any ill intentions towards me. No matter what, you dedicate yourself to your motherland, and I also dedicate myself to my motherland. What else can be more common sense than this?

Where are you?" Holmes put his hand on the shoulder of the prostrate man and said, "Besides, it is better than you falling in front of those despicable enemies. Watson, the documents are ready. If

Can you help me deal with this prisoner? I think we can set off back to London right away."

Moving Feng Bock was a difficult task. Not only was he heavy and strong, but he was also struggling desperately. Finally, the two of us grabbed his arms and pushed him slowly to the edge of the garden.

On the path. A few hours ago, when he accepted the congratulations of the embassy secretary, he walked through this path with pride and confidence. After a hard struggle, his hands and feet were still tied tightly. We

Two people lifted him up and stuffed him into the empty seat of the car. His expensive travel bag was also placed beside him.

"As long as conditions permit, we will try to make you as comfortable as possible." After the arrangements were made, my partner said, "If I light a cigar and put it in your mouth, wouldn't it be considered rude to you?"

But for the furious German, all the care given to him was in vain.

"Mr. Holmes, I think you should understand." Von Bock said: "If you treat me like this, if it is the will of your government, it is an act of provoking war."

"And how do you explain your government and your actions?" said my companion, tapping his purse.

"You can only represent yourself, you have no right to arrest me. The entire procedure is absolutely illegal."

"Absolutely illegal?"

"Kidnapping a German citizen." "And stealing his private documents, right?"

"You yourselves know what you are doing. You and your accomplices will call for help when we pass by the village..."

"Dear Mr. von Bock, if you commit such an extremely stupid act, you will probably provide us with a road sign - 'The Hanged Prussian', thereby expanding the two sides of our country hotel.

A limited right. Although the British are patient, they are currently a little angry. It is best not to anger them too much. Mr. von Bock, don't do anything stupid. You should be smarter and follow quietly.

Let us go to the Metropolitan Police. There you can send for your friend at the embassy, ​​Baron von Hering, but you will find, however, that you can no longer fill the vacancy he has left for you in the embassy's entourage." Holmes

Turning to me, he said: "Watson, you should continue your old trade with me. London cannot live without you. Come, stand with me on the steps for a while. This may be our last calm conversation."

Now." Holmes and I chatted cordially for a while, recalling again the unforgettable days and nights in the past.

At this time, the prisoner Feng Bock tried to break free, but in vain. As they walked towards the car, my partner pointed to the sea under the moonlight behind him and shook his head thoughtfully.

"Watson, the east wind is blowing."

"My dear Holmes, I don't think so."

"Watson, you are really a fixed timetable in this changing era. There will be an east wind. This kind of wind has never blown in England. It will be colder and very powerful. Once this wind blows, many people

The flower of life may wither. However, this is still the wind of God. After this wind passes, our land will be purer, better, stronger, standing under the sun. Watson, drive, it should be

It's time for us to hit the road. I have a check for £500 that I need to cash quickly, and if the person who writes the check can stop paying, he will stop cashing it."

【Legal Commentary】

In this case, Feng Boke committed the crime of illegally obtaining military secrets. This crime refers to the act of illegally obtaining military secrets through stealing, spying, and bribery. It is worth noting here that stealing, spying, and bribery are illegally obtaining military secrets.

Using any one of the three methods of secrets to illegally obtain military secrets constitutes this crime. At the same time, those who use concentrated means to obtain military secrets are not subject to concurrent punishment. Subjectively, this crime can only be committed intentionally and for criminal purposes.

Generally speaking, the motive does not affect the establishment of this crime, but if the above behavior is attempted for overseas institutions, organizations, and personnel, it will constitute other crimes.

According to the provisions of Article 431 of the Criminal Law, anyone who illegally obtains military intelligence secrets through stealing, spying, or bribery shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than 5 years. If the circumstances are serious, he shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than 5 years but not more than 10 years; if the circumstances are particularly serious, he shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than 5 years but not more than 10 years.

Those who illegally provide military secrets for overseas institutions, organizations, or personnel by stealing, spying, or bribery shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than 10 years, life imprisonment, or death.

In this case, Feng Bock committed this kind of crime. Today, when the international situation is becoming more and more complex, people often turn to spies when faced with temptation, or under the bewitchment of foreign forces, or out of consideration for their own country's interests.

This is a helpless fact. Each of us is encouraged to love our motherland, safeguard the interests of our motherland, and should be proactive when there are opportunities to serve our country. However, if it is illegally obtaining military secrets, especially stealing
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