Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-07-13

1tock together when he leaves.
Woodhouse's mind leaped to the
meaning behind his superior's careless
words. The hastily dispatched note
that was to summon Bishop to Govern
ment House; Crandall's speech about
the spies, and now this summary or
der that he wait the arrival of Bishop.
Would the arrest be here In this room?
The man who carried a number from
the Wiihelmstrasse felt the walls of
the library slowly closing In TO crush
him. He could almost hear the whisper
and mutter of the i~nexorable machine
moving them closer-closer. Be alone
with the man whose word could send
bullets into his hearti
"A very pleasant dinner, Lady Gran
dalPs," Woodhouse began, eager to
tighten the tenseness of the situation.
Eyes, 1t seemed So" Crandall offered
the younger man his cigarette case and,
lighting a smoke himself, straddled the
hearth, bis eyes keenly observant of
Warehouses; face.
Rather odd, Americans, but jolly
nice" The captain laughed In rem
tniscence of the unspoiled Shermans.
81 thought SOL married one" Gran
dali retorted.
The ear of Woodhouse's mind could
hear more plainly now the grinding of
the cogs; the immutable power of fate
lay there.
"Oh-er-so you did. Very kind she
has been to me. l got very little of
this sort of thing at Wady Halfa."
"By the way. Woodhouse'5Crandall
blew a co%ntemplative puff toward the
ceiling-"strange Mrs. Sherman should
have thought she saw you at Berlin"
"Odd mistake. to be sure" Wood
house admitted, struggling to put ease
into his voice. The lady seems to
have a penchant, as her husband says,
for finding familiar faces"
Major Bishopr Jaimihr Kahn an
nounced at the double doors. The ma
jor In person followed Immediately.
His greeting to Woodhouse was con-
Strained.
"Woodhouse will wait for you to go
down the Rock with him." Crandall
| CAPldIlco " LIE ntM0OLlcl. OuDL1ll
excuse us for a minute while we go
into my room and run over a little mat
ter of fleet supplies. Must check up
with the fleet before 1t sails in the
morning" Woodhouse bowed his &C
quiescence and saw the door to the
generals room close behind the twain.
He was not long alone. Noiselessly
the double doors opened, and Jaimihr
Khan entered. Woodhouse sprang to
meet him where he stood poised for
flight just inside the doors.
1.-The woman's prattle of Berlin
the Indian whispered.
Yes; the generals suspicious are all
aroused again."
"Listenl | saw the note he sent to
Bishop. The major is to be set to
watch you tonight-an night. A false
stsD and will be under arresA.
Jaimihr's thin face was twisted In
wrath. lone mans life will not stand
In our way now"
NO" Woodhouse affirmed.
Success is veree near. When Bishop
goes with you down the Rock
Eyes, yesi What2"
1.-THE pistol screams, but the knife Is
dumb. Quick, cap-tainl" With a swift
movement of his hand the Indian pass
ed a thin bladed dirk to the white man.
The latter secreted the sheathed weap-
on In a pocket of his dinner jacket. He
nodded understanding.
Zone mans nfe-nothingr' Jaimihr
breathed.
st shall be DONE" Woodhouse whis-
pered.
Jaimihr faded through the double
doors like a spirit in a mediums cabi-
net He had seer what the captain
was slower to notice. The door from
Jane Gerson's was opening. The
girl stepped swiftly into the room and
was by Woodhouse's side almost be-
fore he had seen her.
81 could not-go away-without-
without
Miss Gerson-Jane!' He was beside
her instantly. His hand sought and
found one of hers and held it a willing
prisoner. She was trembling, and her
eyes were deep pools, rifiled by con-
licting currents. Her words came
breathlessly:
81 was not myself. l tried to tell
myself you were deceiving me just
just as a part of this terrible mystery
you are involved In. But when | heard
General Crandall tell you to wait-that
and what he said about the spies-I
knew you were again in peril, and
and
"And you have come to me to tell
me as goodby you believe l am honest
and that you care-a Hitler Wood
houses voice trembled with yearnlng.
"When you think me in danger then
you forget doubts and m~aybe-your
heart
ooh, l want to believe want tor
she whispered passionately. every