Ausable's strategy is:
1, good at using external image to disguise his identity as an agent.
From Fowler's point of view, the author describes the image characteristics of Ausable.
"Osbourne? Really? Isn't it? Is it suitable? That? Description? Yes? Really? Secret? Agent? Fowler. Had it? Never? Reading? About what? . ? "Osab doesn't match the description of agents in the books Fowler has read.
2, deliberately choose the narrow room on the sixth floor of the hotel at night to pave the way for the following strategy.
"it? Used to be. Answer? Small? Room? Open? That? Sixth? Floor? , what else? Hardly? Answer? Set? For what? Answer? Romantic? Figure? It's a small room on the sixth floor, and it's hard to connect with such a legend.
3. When you meet Max, you deliberately complain and lead the conversation to the window, saying that there is a balcony under the window to come up.
"This? Is it? That? Second? Time? Are you online? Answer? Month? That? Is anyone here? Really? Got it? Become? Mine? Room? Turn it off? That? Confused? Balcony ! "This is the second time this month that someone has entered my room from that damn balcony."
Deliberately saying that it was the police who knocked at the door caused max to panic.
"That would be the German police" should be the police.
Max panicked and believed that there really was a balcony under the window. As a result, he fell straight from the sixth floor
Then, when he fell, he let out a scream, very harsh.
In fact, however, there is no police at all, only the hotel waiter knocks at the door.
"There has never been any policeman" is a useful sight. Only Henry, I'm waiting for him. "There is no police at all." Osama was relieved. "It's just Henry, the person I'm waiting for."
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The Original Translation of Midnight Visitors
1 Osab and fowler have different descriptions of agents. Fowler followed him disappointedly through the corridor of the gloomy French hotel, where Osab rented a room. It's a small room on the sixth floor, and this kind of environment is difficult to connect with such a legend.
To his disappointment, first of all, Osama is a fat man, and he is very fat. Secondly, his accent. Although his French and German are passable, he still carries the New England accent that he brought to Paris twenty years ago.
"You must be disappointed," said Osama, panting and turning back. "People say I am an agent, a spy, juggling between spy and danger. You are looking forward to meeting me because you are a young and romantic writer. You think you will meet mysterious people, gunshots and drugs in the wine tonight. "
But it's not like you. You spent a boring night with a fat man in a French music restaurant, and no beautiful woman with black eyes sent him a message. You just made an ordinary phone call and will make an appointment in his room. You must be bored. "The fat man smiled and opened the door in a low voice, and stood aside to disappoint his guests.
"Your illusions are shattered," Osama told him. "But my young friend cheer up. After a while, you will see a document that puts several people at risk. After it is delivered to me, I will hand it over to the government department. Soon this document will affect the course of history. A bit dramatic, isn't it? " He said, and closed the door. Then turn on the light.
When the light came on, Fowler was really scared for the first time in a day. Because in the middle of the room stood a man with a small automatic pistol in his hand.
7 Osab blinked.
"Max," he gasped, "you really surprised me. I thought you were in Berlin. What are you doing in my room? "
Marx is thin and short, and the expression on his face reminds people of foxes. But for guns, he doesn't look too dangerous.
"The report," he whispered. "The report sent to you tonight is about some new missiles. I think I'll take it away from you. It's safer in my hands than in yours. "
1 1 Osab walked slowly to the armchair and sat heavily on it. "I'm going to be rude to the managers this time, which really makes me angry," he said sullenly. "This is the second time this month that someone has entered my room from that damn balcony." Fowler's eyes looked at the only window in the room. This is just an ordinary window, and now the night has cast a layer of darkness on it.
12 "Balcony" Marx asked curiously. "No, I have a master key. I don't know any balcony. If I had known, I might have saved a lot of trouble. "
13 "That's not my balcony" Ossa explained angrily. "It belongs to the next room." He glanced at Fowler and explained. "You know," he said, "this room is part of a big suite. The room next to that door used to be a bedroom. There is a balcony in the bedroom, and now it extends under my window.
You can stand on it from the empty room next door. Someone did this last month. The manager promised to lock the next room. But it can be seen that they didn't do that. "
14 Marx looked at Fowler, who stood stiffly a few feet away from Rio Saab, waved his gun and made a gesture of command. "Sit down," he said. "I think we have to wait for half an hour."
15 "31min," Osab said unhappily. "The appointed time is 12: 30. Marx, I'd like to know how you know that report. "
16 The little spy smiled wickedly. "I want to know how you got that report. However, fortunately, everything is safe. I can get it back tonight. What's wrong with sleeping at the door? "
The sudden knock on the door at 17 startled Fowler. Ossa just smiled. "It must be the police," he said. "I think such an important document should be specially protected. I told them to check and make sure everything was all right. "
18 Marx bit his lip anxiously. The knock on the door rang again.
19 "What are you going to do now, Max?" Osama asked. "If I don't open the door, they will try their best to come in. The door is unlocked. They will not hesitate to shoot. "
Marx turned blue with anger, then quickly retreated to the window, opened the window with a backhand and put out a leg. "Send them away!" He warned. "I am waiting on the balcony. Send them away, or I'll shoot. I'll take a risk. "
2 1 The knock on the door outside was louder, and a voice shouted, "Mr. Osab! Mr. Osab! "
Marx twisted his body so that his gun was always aimed at the fat man and his guests. He leaned down, raised his other leg and crossed the windowsill.
The door handle is twisted. Marx quickly pushed down the windowsill with his left hand, let go of himself and jumped onto the balcony. When he jumped, he let out a shrill scream.
The door opened and a waiter stood outside, holding a tray with a bottle and two glasses on it. "Here is your wine, sir." He put the tray on the table, opened the bottle and left the room.
Fowler, pale and trembling with fear, stared at him as he walked out. "But but the police? He stammered.
26 "There is no police at all." Osama was relieved. "It's just Henry, the person I'm waiting for."
"But what about the man on the balcony?" Fowler is getting upset again.
There's no need,' Mr. Osab said. He will never come back.