“You will do it? Oh, thank you, thank you. You will be of invaluable service to your client,” Kaadler said. Gredag was at the courthouse in the Hague, speaking to the judge. “It is nothing I have not done before,” “Now, here is your opponent.” Kaadler held up a photo of a sallow man with very queer taste in clothing. “This is Erhard Gottfried, the Vater Kanzler’s attorney. He will surely be a challenge to get around. Well, then, I will see you in 3 days,” Kaadler said, slipping on his coat as he stepped into a cab. “Auf wiedersehen,” he cried as he sped away. “Auf wiedersehen,” Gredag yelled.
Twenty minutes later, at his flat, Gredag skimmed a few books on the Vater Kanzler’s criminal record. “The siege on the grocer, the nematode eggs, ah, and the hydrochloric acid case, that was unforgettable…” he thought as he fanned himself with a copy of Graham’s Magazine. Suddenly, someone rapped at the door. “Yes?” “Who else?” It was I. I decided to visit Gredag after a curious string of engagements back in Sussex. Gredag tugged on a string next to his head. The doors swung open. “Seems a useless contraption, eh?” I said, sitting on a white leather sofa across from Gredag. “Pondering a new case?” “Yes, indeed,” he replied, setting down the roster. “It involves that dastardly Vater Kanzler. Always making trouble,” he said with a sigh. “Even better, I must be the one to prove him guilty,” “Ah, that is why I have been hearing your name lately,” “Murdering a woman, emptying a bank, the typical Bruuder Rhein business,” he said, sighing deeply again. “Mind if I tag along?” “Of course. You may even be of service to me,” he said, putting on his hat. “Meet me at Ernest’s Wine at noon, and we shall begin our journey.”
“Now then,” Gredag said as he sipped on his Pinot Grigio, “we will go to Hameln, where the crime has taken place,” We were sitting outside Ernest DeFarge II Wine, where it was dreadfully hot. “I think the sky will rain potatoes if no one gets sick today,” I said. “Actually, I think that this heat may be of some use to us,” he said as he began his usual pondering. “I suppose we should be boarding the train now.” “Good God, you’re right.” he said as he dashed for the station.
END OF PT. 2
P.S. ‘Auf wiedersehen’ is German for ‘Goodbye’.
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