Funston got up and poured himself a fresh cup of coffee from a silver urn on a nearby side table.
“I see. Then, without a doubt, you two are the perfect pair to do some sleuthing down in Veracruz. Not only will you understand what’s being said, but you have an understanding of Germany’s ambitions in this part of the world if and when war erupts in Europe.”
Katharina looked at Funston. “You know what Ambrose Bierce said about war, don’t you?”
“No, what did he say?”
“War is God's way of teaching Americans geography.”
“Old bitter Bierce was not one of my favorite hacks,” Funston said. “You know he was last seen in Mexico in the city of Chihuahua. I suspect Pancho Villa’s men got weary of his sarcasm and insolence and shot him.”
“We don’t know that,” I said. “He may have just leaked out of the landscape looking for peace and quiet in his old age.”
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