Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-05-25

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opposite side of the room. threw open
the face of the old Dutch clock there
and removed from its interior a thin
roll of blue drafting paper. He put 1t
In Woodhouse's hands. Here are a
few plans of the interior of the signal
tower-the best | could get. You will
study them tonight, but give me your
word to burn them before you Sleep"
Every good" Woodhouse slipped the
roll into the breast pocket of his coat.
Almer leaned forward In a gust of ex-
element and, bringing his mouth close
to the others ear, whispered hoarsely:
"England's Mediterranean fleet
twenty-five ~dreadnaughts, with cruis-
ers and destroyers-nearly a half of
Britain's navy, will be here any day,
hurrying back to guard the channel.
They will anchor in the strait. Our
big moment-it will be here thenl Lis
ten! Room d in the signal tower
that is the room. All the electric
switches are there. From Room d
every mine in the harbor can be ex-
ploded in ten seconds"
4to, Dut AOW u get " IOOn III!
Wo0dhouse queried.
"Simple. Two doors to Room d, cap
tain; an outer door like any other, an
inner door of steel protected by a COM
bination lock like a vaults door. Two
men on the Rock have that combina-
tion-Major Bishop, chief signal officer,
he has 1t in his head; the governor gen.
arol Of fho pory bn hoo ~ in hfc 90 70 -
"We can get it out of the safe easier
than from Major Bishops head" Wood
house put in, with a smile.
Fright. We have a friend in the
governors own house, a mar with a
number from the Wilhelmstrasse like
you and me. At any moment in the
last two months he could have laid a
hand on that combination. But we
thought it better to wait until neces-
sity came. When the fleet arrives you
will have that combination. You will
go with it to Room D, and after that
1.-THE deluge,' the other finished.
Eyes, yes; III country master of the
sea at last and by the work of the Will
helmstrasse, ~despised spies who are
shot like dogs when they're caught,
but die heroes Deaths" The hotel pro-
prietor checked himself in the midst
of his rhapsody and came back to more
practical details:
"But this afternoon-that man from
Alexandria who called you by name.
That looked bad, very bad. He knows
something's"
Woodhouse, who had been expecting
the question and who preferred not to
share an anxiety he felt himself best
fitted to cope with alone, turned the
others question aside.
"Never met him before in my life to
my best recollection. My name he pick
ed up on the Princess Mary, of course.
l won a pool one day, and he may have
heard some one mention it. Simply a
drunken brawler who didn't know
what he was doing"
Almer seemed satisfied, but raised
another point:
"But the girl who has just left here
am l to have no explanation of herr"
"What explanation do you want?"
the captain demanded CURLY.
"She recognized you. Who is shef
What Is shef'
"Devilish unfortunate" Woodhouse
admitted. "We met a few weeks ago
on a train while | was on my way to
Egypt, you know. Chatted together
oh, very informally. She is a capable
young woman from the States-a buy
err she calls herself. But 1 don't think
we need fear complications from that
score; she's bent only on getting home
1.-The situation is dangerous" urged
Almer, wagging his head. "She is
stopping at the governors house; any
reference she might make about meet
ing you on a train on the continent
when you were supposed to be at
Wady Halfa, on the Nile
81 have her promise she will not men
ton that meeting to anybody"
"Achl A woman's promised" AL
mer's eyes invoked heaven to witness
a futile thing. ''She seemed rather
glad to see you again; p
Really" Woodhouse's eyes lighted.
The Splendide's proprietor was pac-
ing the floor as fast as his fat legs
would let MIN. Something must be
done" he muttered again and again.
He halted abruptly before Woodhouse
and launched a thick forefinger at him
like a torpedo.
"You must make love to that girl,
Woodhouse, to keep her on our side"
was his ultimatum.
Woodhouse regarded him quizzical-
~, leaned forward and whispered sig
nifcantly:
I'm already doing it." he said.
Ito Be ContInued.)