Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-07-01

his position at the moment dawnsdeA
THE Marconi: Broker sair. what -
you say there9 Who done it,"
That's just what am asking JON
But. sair. how can tells?
You lie." said Charles. his nnGsfa
slipping from FritEs ear to his throAA
Il swear 1 do not know" gasped Fritz.
My son. be careful" begged NrA
Fritz;s face had become disooloPsA.
his eyes seemed to bulge
BY our imperial master. I swan b
managed to gasp out
Sanderson's fingers RELAXED and be -
Fritz stagger away from him toWasd
Then. who is tho spy- he ssaA
one in the house"
.Mis,air Brent" said Fritz. fsshfy, -
he rearranged his disordered collar. cHS
was in this room alone . little whils 90.
! see him, tell you. sair: with rntno 0U0
Pooh. That eye-gl...sa ,d,oe. -
surely you must have some idea!@
Young Pennicuikr' said ArA 0aD6e.
son. thoughtfully. mo. II he did haaR Of
such q thing he could never have ooo-
oealed his suspicious 50 we'll know fAAa
"Ach," cried Fritz. suddenly. ~You -
right: IL 10 not Brent, nor Oils Psun3-
cuik 1t is Mistair Pollock I - u III
now
MI Pollockw exclaimed MA sanAar-
SON How perfectly absurdt Why. ha
hasn't the brains. ether
impatiently. ITO judge by sppsaraneas
nobody in this house has the brainA Yet
somebody must have. II isn't much good
to , go by pa APPEARANCES: What makes you
Just now he was rung up on Dc tsas-
phone" explained Fritz. Il listened and
l hear him talk about spies He ny
Marconi and wireless: he talk . lot about
spies.''
He always does objected Mrx eas-
derson. Il hardly think he'd have dons
II so publicly over the telephone II th9s
were anything in tt
IF Poliocks clever enough to have dis
covered this thing he's clever enough to do
that" muttered Charles but / can't say
l think it very likely. You and Fritz must
watch carefully all day. mother. ! must
go up TO town at once. confound It Don't
forget. mother. I'll wire you As soon n
I get the information III wire yes or ma
and II yes you will know how to act"
DE carrier" asked Fritz
NO. no: that's wanted for the map I
have given Mrs. Sanderson- Besidea It's
too late now. 1t will have to be the
emergency"
A little smile OF satisfaction fitted
over Fritz's face. Mrs. Sanderson put
out one plump hand involuntarily ~
though warding something of.
is IL really necessary, my son? And
at such short notice?"
''Of course it's necessary. You needn't
worry about the damage. You will BE-
well recompensed."
What must be done shall be done"
replied Mrs. Sanderson. A thrill in her
voice made her usually careful tones
sound cultural. Who gets the sfgnal
my SOM"
Charles sanderson. his hand already
on the door. paused to answer her.
Submarine U-11, standing out to
sea-" he answered. 'Hullo. hear every
one coming back. We are only just
through in time"
He stood back to allow of the entry
of Mr.. Pollock and Brent Mr.. Pollock'1
face was red and his expression disap-
proving. Brent was obviously very ak.
cited.
II say, Sanderson," he cried. have
you seen the midday paper?"
Midday paper?" said Charles. Wheel
ing round on him. WHY. what?"
Perfectly awful news declared
Brent.
Not German victory" demanded
Mrs. Sanderson.
"Oh, no, but almost as bad.
From Russian" asked Charles. even
his unpertubed voice showing restrained
anxiety.
Lord. no-from Doncaster Would
you believe It, they have scratched
Baby Boy for the st. Leger, and only
yesterday I backed him for a tenner
each way"
Copyright, 1915. by Edward J. clode.)
(To be continued next Sunday