This is a companion novel for “The Riddle of the Sands.” Both were written and published before World War I, so give a perspective of the British military that is not normally read of. These are works of fiction, but still there is some basis in the facts of the times, or they would be fantasy. Both are stories of spies. “The Riddle of the Sands” is of a spy for the English exploring the Flemish coast. This is of German spies infiltrating the highest levels of the British military.
Mr. Hannay has returned to London, England, after making a bit of a fortune in South Africa. He has been there for long enough he wants to leave he is so bored. He is accosted by some fellow, Scudder, who said he has been living in the same building for a while, and has seen Mr. Hannay coming and going. Scudder considered that Mr. Hannay would be a proper fellow to trust. Part of that trust is that he must allow Scudder to live in his apartment for a time. Scudder is worried that some fellows have found him out, and he wants to prevent them from starting WWI. He explains it to Mr. Hannay, so Mr. Hannay agrees to help.
But four or five days later, Mr. Hannay comes home to Scudder dead from a knife. Now Mr. Hannay is scared that more than he thought he should before. What is worse is that he can be blamed for the murder, yet he must stay free to at least try to accomplish the goals that Scudder can not. Mr. Hannay hightails it to Scotland, where he has some adventures, and stays one step ahead of the law and the spies that Scudder was avoiding.
At last, about a day or two before everything Scudder predicted to happen, Mr. Hannay comes to know a fellow who knew most of what Scudder knew, and wants to help Mr. Hannay. They travel back to London, meet with some other folks, and decide what is to be done, and do it.
In the end, everything turns out all right, but it is a close shave. Mr. Hannay was not so bored then, and when the war does start, he knows Britain has a good chance of winning because of what happened a few weeks before.
Published by David Brockert
Joe was born in xxxx, Arizona on xxxx xx 1955 to David Joseph and Alta Mary Brockert. He joined xxxxxx. His early life was spent in various houses in Globe, Miami, Claypool and Superior, Arizona. He remembered starting school in second grade in Superior and went there until he finished seventh grade.
They made a move to the Midwest that summer. His parents tried to get work in Minnesota that summer, to no avail, came to Wisconsin and finally found something. Joe went to eight grade in Evansville, Wisconsin. He went to Holy Name Seminary in Madison, Wisconsin for his Junior year of high school. Joe did not make the grade (literally & figuratively) at the seminary, so he went back to graduate from Evansville. He started college at Edgewood in Madison, but without a focus , he did not get very far towards a degree. He did get an Associate of Arts degree from Madison Area Technical College in 1978 for Accounting just to prove he could get a degree of some sort. He never did use it to any extent.
Joe worked as a paperboy in Superior and, some, in Evansville. He did some work study jobs in college, but really started to work at the donut shop on Regent Street, Donuts Unlimited. He worked there, off and on, for many years. He spent a summer at Edgewood Summer Theatre near Baraboo, tried to find a job doing bookkeeping after graduation but fell back to working seasonal at Blaney Farms (seed corn). He worked at the donut shop until 1993. He left to work at Triggs Bakery, Quarra Stone and Colonial Bakery. He has worked at Colonial Bakery since 1994.
Joe met the love of his life in a coffee shop near MATC, where they attended classes and they never really left the coffee shop. Joe was married on 17 May 1980 xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Joe lived a contented, relaxed life. He did not do much but learn, work, raise a daughter and support his family. He did not attract a lot of attention. He did learn to live for the day. He felt that the key to happiness was to remember to stop and smell the roses, or to look at the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, Mary, or to just go for a walks with her. He was humble enough to know that his writing would be of interest to very few, mostly those related to him, obviously, so he never tried too hard to get his rambling thoughts recorded.
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