Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-10-01

word--'you wanted him here for your
plansi And why? You haven't an
swered that yet. What purpose of the
war game does he serve in our gar
den?"
His look pleaded for patience, while
ne tried to smile, which was rather diff
fcult in face OF her attitude.
Not altogether in the garden; part
ly in the tower" he replied. You are
10 be in the whole secret and in such
way as to make my temptation clear, ]
hope. First, 1 think you ought TO see
the setting. Let US go in
Impelied by a curiosity that Ian
stron's manner accentuated, she en-
tered the room. Apparently Lanstron
was familiar with the premises. Pass
ing through the sitting-room into the
room adjoining, where FeIler stored
his tools, he opened a door that gave
on to the circular stone steps leading
down into the dungeon tunnel
4 think we had better have light
he said, and when he had fetched one
from the bedchamber he descended the
steps, asking her to follow
They were in a passage six feet in
height and about three feet broad.
which seemed to lead on indefinitely
into clammy darkness. The dewy walls
sparkled in fantastic and ghost1y
iridescence under the rays from the
lantern. The dank air lay moist against
their faces.
This is far enough" He paused
and raised the lantern. With its light
full in her face, she blinked. There,
at the height Of your chin!"
She noted a metal button painted
gray, set at the side of one of the
stones of the wall, which looked IN
real. She struck the stone with her
knuckles and it gave out the sound of
hollow wood, which was followed, as
an echo, by a little laugh from Ian
stron. Pressing the button, a panel
door flew open, revealing a telephone
mOuthpiece and receiver set in the
recess.
Like a detective play!" were the
first words that sprang to her lips.
'Well?" AS she faced around her
eyes glittered in the lantern rays.
We'll, have you any other little tricks
to show me? Are you Straightforward
artist, too, Lanny? Are you going to
take a machine gun out of your hat?"
That is the whole bag" he an
swered. Il thought you'd rather see
it than have it described to you
Having seen it, let US go!" she said.
in manner that implied further reck-
oning to come.
IF out of a thousand possible
sources one source succeeds, then the
cost and pains of the other nine hun
dred and ninety-nine are more than re-
paid" he was saying urgently, the sol
der uppermost in him. Some of the
best service we have had has been alb
surd in its simplicity and it's audacity.
In time of war more than one battle
has been decided by a thing that was a
trif1e in itself. No matter what your
preparation, you can never remove the
element of chance An hour gained in
information about your enemy's plans
may turn the tide in your favor. A
Chinese peasant spy, because he hap
pened to be intoxicated, was able to
give the Japanese warning in time for
Kuroki tc make full dispositions for
receiving the Russian attack in force
at the Sha-ho. There are many other
incidents Of like nature in history. So
is is my duty to neglect no possible
method. however absurd
Py this time he was aft the head Of
the steps. Standing to one side, he Of
fered his hand to assist Marta. But
she seemed not to see it. Her aspect
was that Of downright antagonism.
However absurd! Yes, it is absurd
to think that you can make me a party
to any of your plans. for" She broke
off abruptly with staring eyes, as IL she
had seen an apparition.
Lanstron turned and through the
door of the toolroom saw Teller enter
ing the sitting-room. He was not the
bent, deferential gardener. His fea-
lures were hard-set, fighting rage
burning in his eyes, his sinews taut
as if about to spring upon an adver-
sary. When he recognized the In
truders he turned limp, his head
dropped, hiding his face with his hat
brim, and he steadied himself by rest
ing hand on the table edge.
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