The Washington times., 1916-01-15
fContinued from Yesterday.l


Half way to the pier she passed
ramshackle boathouse, whose weather
warped boards were bulged and splayed,
in several places, until they looked like
the Stats in front OF a hen-house. AS
June sped past the boathouse she
Chanced to notice large smooth stone
Just the thing to weight the bundle she
carried. She picked IL up, opened tho
bundle at one END, dropped in the stone
and fastened the packages $ string once
more. At the same moment, from the
shack just behind her, she heard
mans voice saying impatiently:
I'm no blooming diplomat, count.
Come down to cases. What VIII Iou
pay?'
stood transhxed, there. on the rocky
beach, in front of the shack. Under
standing came to her with a rush. so
the story was true! Todd Drew had
really come to Surttou 10 negotiate with
this foreign agent for the sale of the
murderous war-engine plans! The two
men had apparently chosen this out-ol-
the way spot for their conference, so as
TO be safe from discovery or suspicion.
June held her breath. Shamelessly
she listened. Another voice was speak
ing now. In excellent English, but
with trace of foreign accent ,,,.
My dear Mr. Drew" she heard Count
Freel say. Il have, no wish to delay. any,
more than you wish me TO delay. But
l desire, to study the plans first. that L
THAT You may fix the details in your
mind, hey?" interrupted Drew's voice.
And be able to reproduce them; and
then refuse to buy? No. thanks, =
MIR. Drew!" exclaimed the count, in
anger, You insult me! You offer me a
dire insult! In my own dear country
We're not in your own dear coun-
Try" PERSISTED TOdd DTe6w 6sr. TWSs,re9 9oIR IL
straight business without frills. Father
said the plans in this box would make
an engine that gould wipe whole armies II is,
OF the MAJ. Your nation is hghtins
with its back to the wall. II wants
those plans. How much?"
June-the Red Circle blazing and
pulsing on her white hand-had crept
nearer and nearer to the shack. She
peeped in. cautiously, through one or
the wide cracks in the boards.
\ crate had been turned upside down
to serve as table, and 1t stood close
to the aperture in the boards: At the
on a couple of boat trestles. sat two
men. One-nearest to June-was fashily
dressed and pasty OF face. Dissipation
had cut unhealthy lines about the COR
The other and older man was of dis
tinctly foreign aspect, not only in his
sweeping mustache and goatee, but In
the cut of his clothes as well.
On the crate-table. Just in front OF
Drew, rested an oblong metal dispatch
I0X. perhaps ten inches long, four inches
W9de and two inches high.
June drew back from the shack and
glanced guiltily around. 10 one was in
sight Near by lay a fragment OF
wreckage, a thick board about Ave feet
long. Moved by no conscious volition
board and picked 1t up.
she carried 1t to the shacks only door
braced one end of the board against a
bowlder in front of the door and then
put the other end just beneath the 1ut-
ting .cross-panel half way up the door.
That will stand more pressure than
both Of them can exert" she heard her
self murmur as she glided back to the
aperture in the wooden wall
Yes, sir!' Todd Drew was Vocifer-
ating. ITS worth an easy two million
dollars, to your government-or to any
o5her '!n wTTLEring TLI country-to get these
He broke off with a yell For as he
looked down at the metal box that had
lain In front OF him on the table 1t was
10 see a woman's small hand drawing
the dispatch. box cautiously out throu"6
crack in the wall boards.
Drew made clutch at the vanishing
hand. and seized 1t by the wrist.
I've got her. cOunt!' he cried
Say she struggles like a wildcat Eun
outside and grab her. can hold her
till then"
The count leaped for the door. Al
the, same instant June's other hend ap-
reared through the adjoining craTk
Its nngerS BTa5ped long pin Sne had
hastily snstched from her sailor hat
Into Todd's OBTAINING fist she drove
the pin. right mercilHSsly-again and
again-with the lightning speed of a
hornets stings,
With a howl Of rain D. ew relaxed
his grin on her wrist. Her hands van
ished-the dispatch box and the hat
pin along with thcm-just as the count
beloved:
81 cannot get this miserable door
open! 1t is yRmmed!"
June waited TO hear no more She
tore open the end OF the bundle. thrust
the metal boS into it, closed II again
and. snatching " up. raced lnadlv Tor
the pier. Nor did she pause until she
Lad hurled thc bulky parcel sar out
into the sea and watched il sink swift
ly beneath the surface
Meantime, ia the shack, pandemou-
ium had trokcn loose, Both men
threw their bodies irRnticsllY against
the unylclding dunr. Then Drew cauCht
No tho cTate-tHbie and using II as =