The Morgan County press. (Wartburg, Tenn.) 1916-1926, 1916-08-10
Henry streetman nodded.

know at once what orders have been
given to the ships at Spithead--where
they are going when this review is
over"
The spy, Roeder, saluted again.
~ have done my best" he said apol-
ogetically.
"I am sure you have" Streetman re-
piled. 1--WE know, the Wilhelmstrasse
does not lightly overlook stupidity in
one Of its servants" he observed grim
". And then he motoned toward the
double doors that led into the hall.
"See II anyone's coming" he said.
Roeder-or Brewster-opened the
doors and peered down the length Of
the passage.
"No one is in sight; and hear moth
ing" he reported.
"Now lock that door, Streetman
commanded, pointing toward the one
! behind which he knew that Miss Will
loughby must be dressing.
The butler regarded him In alarm.
pardon, mein Herr-but Is 1t
safer he ventured. "She is a WON
an"
"Do not be alarmed" Streetman re-
assured him. Miss Willoughby Is
easily handled. She believes that I
work for the French secret service"
"Then she is fool" his subordinate
declared.
"No, nor' Streetman protested.
"We must not criticize the tools that
serve u.s." And as he spoke he went
to the telephone in corner of the
room. Picking up the instrument, he
paused and turned to the butler with
look Of amusement. "Sir George
Wagstaff-Sir George Of his majesty's
navy-would be rather surprised If he
knew that from bis house we were
communicating with our friends. the
Germans" he observed.
"Rathery' his henchman responded.
with a CLEAN of humor in his eyes.
"Now lock that door!" Streetman
ordered once more. "And now to re-
port to headquarters again!" he ex-
claimed, when the butler had turned
the key noiselessly in Miss Willough-
NY uOOI. lcllO! OAty, 1SSC' -
said in low but distinct voice.
Meanwhile the butler lowered near
by.
"You think, mein Herr, there will be
WARP" he asked respectfully.
81 do not know. But we are ready.
And If war does come, 1t will be Ger
many's hour-the day at last! He
turned to the telephone once more, ana
began speaking into the. transmitter.
Hello! City. 1925? Hello! Are you
there? Who is speaking
Twenty-six fourteen? Hello!
am thirteen seventeen" he said, CIV
ing the number by which he was
known In the German secret service.
"Yes! We have no news of the Eng
lish feet; we have tried everything
Very well! Goodbye
He put down the instrument and
look Of annoyance as we'll as per-
plexity was upon his face as he
wheeled about.
"What is it, mein Herrw his COM
panion asked in an anxious voice. lis
1t bad news?" He had long worked In
conjunction with Streetman, and he
was quick to detect signs Of trouble
upon him.
"They say they must know tonight,
without fail, the destination of the
English feet" Streetman replied. :.
He cast a quick glance toward Ethel
Willoughby's boudoir. $50, Miss Will
loughby, you have some work to dol!
he muttered, to himself more than to
his confederate. '.Now, unlock that
doorr" he ordered. "Ah! that Is done,
and we were not interrupted" he said
in a relieved voice, when the def |
Brewster had once more succeeded In
turning the key silently in the lock. |
To expedite his prowlings about the |
house at all hours of the day or night.
Sir Georges butler had seen to it that |
such things as hinges and locks
upon doors or desks-were |
well oiled. 1t was his genius for de
tails of that sort that had led to his
assignment to his present duty.
Henry Streetman dropped upon.
Miss Willoughby's settee In an att
tude of relaxation that revealed some
what the marvellous strain which at
tends the performance of exploits In
from his profession.
Dangerous work, eh, Herr Roeder? |
And poor payv he vouchsafed In
sudden burst of good-fellowship. For
the moment he seemed alDaost human,
Herr Roeder pulled himPelf together
stiff1y.
alt is not for the money that am
here" be answered proudly. at Is
'or the Fatherlandt'' Despite the
guarded tones in which he spoke, there
vas an earnestness born of sincere