Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-04-27

won't have me and here l am, my din
ner clothes my only stock in trade left
and you even having to buy the wine"
A tear of self pity slipped down the
hard drain of his cheek and splashed
on his hand. But III show 'em, Lou
lisa! They can't kick me out of the
Brussels shop like a dog and not pay
for 1t! / know too much, l dor
and what you know about the Brus-
sells shop you want to sell to the
Wilhelmstrasse?" the woman asked
tensely.
Yes; if the Wilhelmstrasse is will
ing to pay well for it." Capper an
swered, his lost cunning returning In
a bound.
81 am authorized to judge how much
your information is WORTH" his com
panion declared, leveling a cold glance
into Capper's eyes. you can tell me
what you know and depend on me to
pay well or-we part at once"
But, Louisa'-again the whine
how do l know you're what you say?
You've flown high since you and I
worked together in the Brussels shop.
The NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. perfect spy
machine in the world How I'd like to
be in your shoes, Louisar'
She detached the heavy gold locket
from the chain on her bosom, with a
quick twist of slim fingers had one
side of h case open, then laid the
locket before him. pointing to a place
on the bevel Of the case. Capper swept
- AhA 4rt-I-A looked g.
an instant at the spot the woman had
designated and returned the locket to
her hand.
Your number in the Wilhelm
strasse,' he whispered in awe. Gen
uine, no doubt. Saw the same sort OF
mark once before in Rome. All right.
Now listen, Louisa. What I'm going
to tell you about where Brussels
stands In this-this business that's
brewing will make the German gen.
eral staff sit up" The woman inclined
her head toward Capper's. He, look
Ing not at her, but out over the rich
plain of brocades, b~roadcloths and
cleaning shoulders, began In a mono
tone:
IN wa OAiSo thC a IL
war starts-French artillerymen will
be behind the guns at Namur. The
English
The Hungarian orchestra of forty
strings swept into a wild gypsy chant.
Dissonances, fierce and barbaric, swept
like angry tides ove the brilliant floor
of he cafe. Still Capper talked on,
and the woman called Louisa ZEN her
jewel starred head to listen. Her face.
the face of a fine animal. was set In
rapt attention.
you mark my words" he finished,
when the German army enters Brus-
sells proof Of what I'm telling you will
be there. Yes, in a ~pigeonhole of the
foreign Office safe those joint plans be-
tween England and Belgium for resist
ing invasion from the eastern frontier.
If the Germans strike as swiftly as l
think they will the foreign office John
MES will be so fiustered in moving out
they'll forget these papers I'm telling
you about. Then your Wilhelmstrasse
will know they've paid for the truth
when they paid Billy Capper."
Capper eagerly reached for his glass
and, finding it empty, signaled the
waiter.
"I1l buy this one, Louisa he said
grandiloquently. Cant have a lady
buying me wine all night" He gave
the order. You're going to slip me
some banknotes tonight-right now,
aren't you, Louisa, old pal?" Capper
anxiously honed his cheeks with a
hand that trembled. The woman's
eyes were narrowed in thought.
"If 1 give you anything tonight, Billy
Capper, you'll get drunken than you
are now, and how do l know you won't
run to the first English secret service
man you meet and blab?'
Louisa, Louisa, don't say that!'
Great fear and great yearning sat in
Capper's filmed eyes. you know I'm
honest, Louisa. You wouldn't milk me
this way-take all the info I've got
and then throw me over like a dog!'
Cold scorn was in her glance.
maybe 1 might manage to get you
a p~osition-with the Wilhelmstrasse."
She named the great secret service of
fee under her breath. you can't go