Through the doors of the Colonial waterfront saloon in Buenos Aires wandered sea-weary Allied seamen whose nerves twitched from the strain of dodging torpedoes on the stormy Atlantic. The patrón, John Jacob Napp, was obliging, forever setting up drinks on the house and volunteering those bits of information and guidance so prized by sailors in strange ports. Napp was a good listener, too, and sometimes the seamen talked.
When they did, it was never long before someone slipped into a phone booth and called Captain Dietrich Niebuhr, naval attache of the German Embassy....
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