Evening star., 1917-09-30

polite insistence he repeated, Would
YOU mind telling me why 1 am arrested,
and who you might happen to be-"
Jimmie did not answer. Again he
stopped and picked up the map, and as
he did SO. for the first time the face of
the stranger showed that he was an
noyed. Jimmie was not at home with
maps. They told him nothing. But
the penciled notes on this one made
easy reading. At his first glance he
saw. Correct range. 1880 yards:
this stream not fordable: slope or
hill Is degrees inaccessible for artil-
lery"e Wire entanglements here"
forage for five squadrons."
Jimmie's eyes flashed. He showed the
map inside his shirt, and with the gun
motioned toward the base of the hill.
Keep 40 feet ahead of me- he COM
manded. land walk to your car" The
stranger did not seem to hear him. He
spoke with irritation.
"I suppose" he said, I'll have to ex-
plain to you about that map"
Not to me. you won't" declared his
captor. You're going to drive straight
to Judge Van Vorst's, and explain to
him.
The stranger tossed his arms even
higher. Thank Cod" he exclaimed,
gratefully.
With his prisoner Jimmie encount-
cred no further trouble He made a
five miles to Judge Van Vorst's he ex-
ceeded the speed limit. the fact that
from the rear seat Jimmie held the
shotgun against the base of his skull
was an extenuating circumstance.
They arrived in the nick of time. In
his own car young Van Worst and a bag
of golf clubs were just drawing away
from the house. Seeing the car climb
ing the steep driveway that for a half
mile led from his lodge to his front
door. and seeing Jimmie standing in the
tonneau brandishing n gun, the Judge
hastily descended. The sight of the
1e6 vii r,,fs eriy
but the sight of him gave Jimmie sweet
relief. Arrest.ng German spies for a
small bov is no easy task. For Jimmie
the strain was great. And now that
he knew he had successfully delivered
him into the hands of the law, Jim
mics heart rose with happiness. The
added presence of n butler of mag
nifcent bearing and of an athletic
looking chauffeur increased his sense
of security Their presence seemed to
afford a feeling of security to the pris-
oncr also. AS he brought the car to a
halt. he breathed a sign 1t was a sigh
of deep relief.
Jimmie fell from the tonneau. In
concealing his sense of triumph, he was
not entirely successful.
Il got him. he cried. "I didn't make
no mistake about this one," -
What one?" demanded Van Worst.
Jimmie pointed dramatically at his
nrisoner- With an anxious expression
the stranger was tenderly lingering the
back OF his head. He seemed to wish
to assure himself that it was still there.
That one cried Jimmie. Hes a
German spy"
The patience of Judge Van Worst fell
from him. In his exclamation was in
dignation. anger. reproach.
"Jimmie" he cried
Jimmie thrust into his hand the map.
1t was his Exhibit A." Look what
he's wrote" commanded the scout Its
all military words. And these are his
glasses. l took 'em off him. They're
made in Germany, I been stalking him
for week. He's a spy"
When Jimmie thrust the map before
his face, Van Worst had glanced at 1t.
Then he regarded it more closely. AS
he raised his eyes they showed that he
was puzzled.
But he greeted the prisoner politely
I'm extremely sorry you've been an
noyed.' he said. I'm only glad It's no
worse. He might have shot you. He's
mad over the idea that every stranger
he SEES"
The prisoner quickly interrupted.
please" he begged. Don't blame the
boy. He behaved extremely well. Might
l speake with you-elone?" he asked
Judge Van Worst led the way across
the terrace. and to the smoking-room.
that served also as his office. and closed
the door The stranger walked directly
to the mantlepiece and put his finger on
a gold cup.
II saw your mare win that at Bel
mont Park he said. She must have
been a great loss to your"
"She was" said Van Worst The week
before she broke her back l refused
three thousand for her. VIII you have
a cigarette?
The stranger waved aside the cigar
cites.
II brought you inside" he said. "be-
cause I didn't want your servants to
hear; and because I don't want to hurt
that boys feelings. He's fine boy; and
he's q damned clever scout. I knew he
was fo1lwin8 me and I threw him of