The Midnight Visitor
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The Midnight Visitor
• Robert Arthur
A usable, a secret agent, is expecting to get
a very important report. Another secret agent,
Max, theatens him with a pistol, demanding
the report. Does Ausable outwit him?
A USABLEdid not fit any description of a secret agent Fowler had ever read. Following him down the musty corridor of the gloomy French where Ausable had a room, Fowler felt let down. It was a small room, on the sixth and top floor, and scarcly a setting for a romantic adventure.
Ausable was, for one thing, fat Very fat. And then there was his sccent. Though he spoke French and Greman passably, he had never altogether lost the American accent he had brought to Paris from Boston twenty years ago.
"You are disappointed," Ausable said wheezily over his shoulder. "You were told that I was a secret agent, a spy, dealing in espionage and danger. You wished to meet me because you are a writer, young and romantic. You envisioned mysterious figures in the night, the crack of pistols, drugs in the wine."
"Instestd, you have spent a dull evening in a French music hall with a sloppy fat man who, insteat of having messages slipped into his hand by dark-eyed beauties, gets only a prosaic telephone call making an appointment in his room. You have been bored!" The fat man chuckled to himself as he unlocked the door of his room and stood aside to let his frustrated guest enter.
"You are desillusioned," Ausable told him. "But take cheer, my young friend. Presently you wiil see a paper, a quite important paper for which several men and women have risked their lives, come to me.
Some day soon that paper may well affect the course of history .In that thought is drama,is there not?"
As he spoke,Asusable closed the door behind him. Them he switched on the light.
And as the light came on, Fowler had his first authentic thrill of the day. For half-way across the room, a small automatic pistol in his hand, stood a man.
Ausable blinked a few times.
"Max," he wheezed, "you gave me quite a start. I thought you were in Berlin. What are you doing here in my room?"
Max was slender, a little less than tall, with teatures that suggested slightly the crafty, pointed countenance of a fox. There was about him-aside from the gun- nothing especially menacing.
"The report, " he murmured. "The report that is being brought to you tonight concerning some new missiles. I thought I would take it from you. It will be safer in my hands than in yours.
Ausable moved to an arnchair and sat down heavily. "I'm going to raise the devil with the management this time, and you can bet on it, " he said grimly. "This is the second time in a month that somebody has got into my room through that nuisance of a balcony!" Fowler's eyes went to the single window of the room. It was an ordinary window, against which now the night was pressing blackly.
"Balcony?" Max said, with a rising inflection. "No, a passkey. I did not know about the balcony. It might have saved me some trouble had I known."
"It's not my balcony," asuable said wiht extreme irritation. "It belongs to the next apartment. " He glanced explanatorily at Fowler. "You see, " he said, "this room used to be part of a large unit, and the next room-through that door there-used to be the living room. It had the balcony, which extends under my window now. You can get onto it from the empty room two doors down- and comebody did, last month. The management promised to black it oft. But they haven't."
Max glanced at Fowler, who was standing stiffly not far from Ausable, and waved the gun with a c ommanding gesture. "Please sit down, " he said. "We have a wait of half an hour, I think.
"Thirty- one minutes, " Ausable said moodily. "The appintment was for twelve-thirty. I wish I knew how you learned about the report, Max."
The little spy smiled evilly. "And we wish we knew how your people got the report. But no harm has been done. I will get it back tonight. What is that? Who is at the door?"
Fowler jumped at the sudden knocking at the door. Ausable just smilled. "That will be the police, " he said. "I thought thata such an important paper as the one we are waiting for should have a little extra protection. I told them to check on me to make sure everything was all right."
Max bit his lip nervously. The knocking was repeated.
"What will you do now, Max?" Ausable asked. "If I do not answer the door, they will enter anyway. The door is unlocked. And they will not hesitate to shoot."
Max's face was black with anger as he backed swiftly towards the window. He swung a leg over the sill. "Send them away!" he warned. "I will wait on the balcony. Send them away or I'll shoot and take my chances!"
The knocking at the door became louder and a voice was raised. "Mr Ausable Mr Ausable!"
Keeping his body twisted so that his gun still covered the fat man and his guest, the man at the window grasped the frame with his free hand to support himself. Then he swung his ohter leg up and over the window-sill.
The doorknob turned. Swiftly Max pushed with his left hand to free himself from the sill and drop to the balcony. And then, as he dropped, he scremed once, shrilly.
The door opened and a waiter stood there with a tray, a blttle and two glasses. "Here is the drink you prdered for when youreturned, "he said, and set the tray on the fable, deftly uncorked the bottle, and left the room.
White-faced, Fowler stared after him. "But....." he stammered, "the police..."
"There were no police." Auasble sighed. "Only Henry, whom I was expecting."
"But won't that man out on the balcony....?" Fowler began. "No, " said Ausable, "he won't return. you see, my young friend, there is no balcony."