Sinopsis

THE director of field information whose office is in Kaiser-Wilhelm-Strasse pressed a bell on his table and a smart young officer appeared at the door and saluted. “Come in, Von Brun,” said the director, scratching his white head. “Where and what is San Romino?” “It is a republic within the Italian frontier, Herr Direktor.” “Is it at war with us?” The officer smiled. “I believe so.” “Has it an army?” “A platoon—perhaps a company.”