The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1917-06-28


be in his department.; and we must
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.
ST have done my best" he said apol-
ogetically.
ST am sure you have" Streetman re-
piled. eve know the Wilhelmstrasse
does not lightly overlook stupidity in
one Of it's servants" he observed grim
". And then he motioned toward the
double doors that led into the hall.
"See if 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 VIII
loughby must be dressing.
The butler regarded him in alarm.
Pardon, mein Herr-but is 1t
safe?' he ventured. "She is a wom-
an
"Do not be alarmed" Streetman re-
assured him. miss Willoughby Is
easily handled. She believes that
work for the French secret service"
"Then she is a fool" his subordinate
declared.
"No, nor streetman protested.
eve must not criticize the tools that
serve u.s." And as he spoke he went
| to the telephone in a 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 his house we were
communicating with our friends, the
Germans" he observed.
"Ratherr' his henchman responded,
with a CLEAN of humor in his eyes.
"Now lock that doorw 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-
by's door. "Hello! City, 4225w he
said in a 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, it will be Ger
many's hour-the day at last" He
turned to the telephone once more, and
began speaking into the transmitter.
"Hello! City, 1925? Hello! Are you
there? Who is speaking
Twenty-six fourteen? Hello! I
am thirteen seventeen he said, Civ
ing the number by which he was
known in the German secret service.
Eyes! 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 Herr?' his COM
panion asked in an anxious voice. "Is
it 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 do!'
he muttered, to himself more than to
his confederate. 'Now, unlock that
door," he ordered. "Ah! that is done,
and we were not interrupted,'' he said
in a relieved voice, when the deft
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
whether upon doors or desks-were
we'll 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
separable from his profession.
Dangerous work, eh, Herr Roeder?
And poor pay!' he vouchsafed in A |
sudden burst of good-fellowship. For
the moment he seemed almost human.
Herr Roeder pulled himself together
sti61y.
ut is not for the money that I am
here" he answered proudly. cit is
for the Fatherlandw Despite the |
guarded tones in which he spoke, there
was an earnestness born of sincere
patriotism that made his words ring
convincingly. One look at the mans |
face, af1ame with an almost fanatic
zeal, showed him to be the sort to /
whom a country may we'll trust her
secrets.