THE YELLOW DOVE
to know by instinct that Udo’s curiosity had gotten the better of his dignity. He opened the package deliberately and spread the contents out upon the table.
“Spare parts of the Taube, Udo. I’ve had them here for weeks. I’ll let you have a peep at ’em if you like. A socket-wrench, spark-plugs, bolts, nuts and wire—by Jove—we might have used that on Udo.”
“You are afraid that what he says is true,” whispered Doris anxiously. “Von Stromberg is prepared for you.”
“I wonder,” he said.
