Karl himself looked pale as though he was working under a high tension;
certainly the times were strenuous. He held something in his hand that
apparently he wished to give to Mr. Cook. Before he could speak, however,
Mr. Cook anticipated him.
"Here is a paper, Karl," he said. "It has German written on it and I'd
like to have you translate it for us if you will."
As Karl took the paper Heinrich started forward as if he would protest.
He was pale and his lips were shut tight; his face was the picture of
desperation. He looked as if he had reached the limit of his endurance
and must speak. For a moment Bob thought he was going to spring at Karl.
Heinrich finally got control of himself, however, and relapsed into a
sullen calm.
Karl took the paper and looked at it carelessly. Suddenly his jaw
dropped and he started back aghast. He turned almost as pale as
Heinrich had done.
"Where did you get this?" he demanded.
"Tell us what it says," urged Mr. Cook.
"This is certainly remarkable," said Karl, though by this time he had
partly regained control of himself.
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