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There were, however, two men I could not place. 

 Neither wore glasses, but were reading Norwegian 

 literature (Ibsen's plays), and both wore Norwegian 

 clothes and boots. If they were German spies, 

 as I suspected, they were men out of the ordinary, 

 and would therefore require watching, for I was 

 convinced they would do us some mischief if given 

 the opportunity. It so happened that a Norwegian 

 gentleman, connected with the oil industry, and a 

 friend I had known in former years, was on board, 

 and to him I applied for help, as I found him devoted 

 to our cause. I asked him to study these two men 

 and to talk to them and to find out their nationality, 

 but to use extreme caution. After two days his 

 conclusions were that they were undoubtedly Ger- 

 mans, but men who had lived so long in Norway 

 that they made but few mistakes to prove that they 

 were not actually Norwegians. Their behaviour 

 was most correct, and whilst on board ship little 

 was to be feared except a search of our papers, 

 which in this case would have been futile. It 

 was on our arrival at Trondhjem that they made 

 their mistake. As soon as the vessel came to the 

 quay they both hurried off and, placing their 

 luggage on a carriole, stood behind it whispering 

 and looking up at the deck, where I was resting on 

 the bulwarks and apparently taking no notice of 

 them. All the other passengers descended from 

 the ship and departed on their several ways, but 

 still the two spies stood behind the carriole watching. 

 A sudden inspiration caused me to call Bennett, who 

 was below, and requesting him to go down on the 

 quay, and to attach no importance to what I said, 

 I called loudly to him, "Go up to the Jernbahn 



