Chapter Two, Part 2210.35pm, Saturday 26th January, 1906, Just outside the Left Luggage Area, Geneva Central StationApologize, and chastise the butler for being so late with the tea. Offer him my copy of Das Monocle Wearer. If he does anything brash, be appalled and challenge him to a cane-duel.
“Blast it Jenkins! The ruddy tea was cold! What kept you?!” McGeenyton turns back to his offended guest,
“Terribly sorry old chap. Perhaps you’d care for my own personal copy of Das Monocle Wearer as a token of my shame and good will?”The German accepts [6]! He calls over two of his comrades to sit down with him to read the latest copy and to discuss monocles! The German forces in the station are severely weakened!
10.35pm, Saturday 26th January, 1906, Inside the Left Luggage Area, Geneva Central StationTell the caddish Germans to surrender or do dishonor to their nation. Then cave in some heads if they disagree.
Back inside the station the silly Germans believe they can beat the gentlemen in close quarters combat despite only having a nearly two to one numerical advantage.
"You dastardly bastards! The gall of you!" cries
von Fersen, about to spring into action before
Smith restrains him.
“Hold on,” suggests the American,
“The fight is terribly uneven, I imagine we could force them to surrender. Caddish Germans!” – and here Smith turns to the enemy –
“surrender or forfeit your nation’s doubtful honour! Or we shall cave in your heads!”“Nein! We cannot go against our commander von Hubelgliffer’s dying wish! Victory or death!”The Germans charge as one!
As they close in,
Smith calls out.
“McGeenyton! I say! Be a good fellow and try and chase down that German chap, will you? Kindly leave us to our brutal deaths, King and Country comes first and all that, what!”Alas:
McGeenyton is deep in conversation and cannot hear Smith; although he has successful diverted a portion of the enemy troops! He is debating the art of monocle wearing with fully three German spies! He is more than holding is own!
10.36pm, Saturday 26th January, 1906, Inside the Left Luggage Area, Geneva Central StationAs the Germans rush in,
Smith engages the first to reach the encircled gentlemen: he tries to cave in his head, but slips [1] in a fit of outrage! He falls onto the floor! The German attacking him has no honour, and tries to assault the stricken man with his foot: Smith rolls to avoid his blow!
Hook curved umbladella handle around closest German's ankle and sweep him off his feet, then puncture his belly while he's on the ground.
Beside Smith
von Fersen is more than ready, and hooks the handle of his umbladella around this same vile German’s ankle [1], but the ankle is extremely sturdy! Von Fersen loses his balance! He too tumbles to the ground! He is appalled!
“Bother!”Toss top-hat in such a fashion as to make it knock the fleeing german down and then return as would a boomerang.
Behind the falling Swede and American,
Mr Wellington kneels to a sharp-shooting position and tosses his top hat towards the fleeing German Ulrich [3+1]: the German inadvertently dodges the blow as he runs! The top hat swiftly returns to Wellington’s disappointed hand, expertly caught.
In the centre of the left luggage area only Wellington and “G” now remain upright, faced with an oncoming horde of five German thugs, one of whom is trying to strike poor Smith with his foot. Two more rush at Wellington; one recognises the fierce aura of a top hat fu maestro, and stops in fear to pull a revolver from his waistcoat inner pocket! He aims a shot at the Englishman: it pierces his throwing hand! The second German descends upon the wounded spy, striking at his unprotected head with a cane. The cane shatters on Wellington’s fine English forehead! The broken end flies off into the German’s eye!
Wound Acquired! Bullet hole in throwing hand!
The two other Germans unfairly gang up on
“G” too: and again one of them stops to shoot, weary of the gentleman’s powerful rifle. He hits “G” in the upper left arm! It is merely a flesh wound! The surprisingly stoic European shrugs it off! The second lieutenant who wasn’t interested in McGeenyton’s monocle seminar draws his sword and engages “G”, who neatly sidesteps out of the way.
Kick the closest German back and unload my rifle on him.
“G” kicks the lieutenant back [3], earning himself enough time to bring his rifle up and fire it from the hip on full automatic. The German spy officer is shot to pieces! His chest is pierced! His liver is smashed! His kidneys are shot out! He is struck down. “G” struggles to control the mighty weapon as it shoots out shell after shell: he directs it at the man who shot him in the arm! Bullets race across his face! His brain is crushed! He falls to the ground: he is struck down!
“G” ejects the empty magazine; it chinks to the ground [6+1].
Wellington got a [1] to damage the fleeing German; then rolled a [1] to dodge the shooting German, who scored a [5] to wound and a [5] to hit!
The cane-armed German striking Wellington rolled a [1] and a [2].
The German shooting “G” rolled a [2] to wound; the lieutenant with the sword rolled a [2] to hit.
”G” is not under attack anymore.
Wellington is under attack from a terribly wounded (he has a cane jutting from his right eye and will probably bleed to death shortly) German and a revolver armed German.
Smith and von Fersen are both on the floor, with a single German trying to kick Smith in the groin.
Ulrich the case-carrying German is out of the station fleeing towards a waiting Zeppelin!
McGeenyton is outside holding forth on the merits of various systems of monocle wearing with three Germans, one of them the deceased von Hubelgliffer’s lieutenant.