Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-05-11

Waterman and had so achieved his
position of vantage on top of the wall
directly opposite the gateway of No.
80. He was stretched fiat. Through
the spaces between the dry fingers of
a palm leaf he could command a good
view of the gate and of the road on
either side. Few pedestrians passed
below him, an automobile or two puff
ed by, but in the main Queens ter
race was deserted and Capper was
alone. 1t was a tedious vigil. Capper
had 40 reliance except his instinct Of
y spy familiar with spy's work to as
sure that he would be rewarded for
his pains. Some sixth sense in him
had prompted him to come thither,
sure In the promise that the night
would not be misspent. A clock some
where off in the odorous dark struck
the hour twice, and Capper fidgeted.
The hard stone he was lying on cramp-
ed him.
The sound of footsteps IN the tagged
walk aroused momentary interest. He
looked out through his screen of green
and saw a tall, well knit figure of a
man approach the opposite gate, stop
and ring the bell. Instantly Capper
tingled with the hunting fever of his
trade. In the strong light from the
arc he could study infinitely the face
of the man at the gate-smoothly shay
en-, slightly gaunt and with thin lips
above a strong chin. 1t was a strik-
ing face-one easily remembered. The
gate opened. Beyond 1t Capper saw
for an instant the white figure of the
Numidian he had bumped into at the
alleys mouth. The gate closed on
both.
Another weary hour for the ferret
on the wall; then something happened
that was reward enough for cramped
muscles and taut nerves. An automo-
bile purred up to the gate. Out of it
hoped two men, while a third, tilted
over like n drunk, remained on the
rear seat of the tonneau. One ram
the bell. The two before the gate
fdgeted anxiously for 1t to be opened.
Capper paid not so much heed to them
as to the half reclining figure II the
machine. 1t was In strong light. Cap
per saw, with a leap of his heart, that
the man in the machine was clothed in
the Khaki service uniform of the Brit
tsh army-an officers uniform he judg-
ed by the trimness of its fitting, though
he could not see the shoulder straps.
The unconscious man was b~areheaded.
nn6 ono -4I. 30 IT. g.
by a broad trickle of blood from the
scalp.
h the gate opened there were a
few hurried words between the Numi-
dian and the two who had waited. All
three united in lifting an inert figure
from the car and carrying it quickly
through the gate. Consumed with the
desire to follow them into the labyrinth
of the doctors yard, yet not daring,
Capper remained plastered to the wall.
Captain WoodhOuse, sitting In the
consultation room with the doctor,
heard the front door p and the
scufle Of burdened feet In the hall.
DR.. Koch hoped nimbly to the folding
doors and threw them back. First
the Numidian's broad back, then the
bent shoulders of two other men. both
lily dressed, came into view. Be
tween them they carried the form of a
man in officers khaki. Woodhouse
could not check a futter1ng of the mus
cles in his cheeks. This was a surprise
to him. The doctor had given no hint
of 1t.
aEOn6 uon1D al,1abad KooL !-5a-.k
ing that they should lay their burden
on the operating chair. ANY trouble?'
"None in the least, Herr Doktor," the
larger of the two white men answered.
"At the corner of the warehouse near
the docks, where 1t is dark-he was
going early to the Princess Mary,
and
Eyes; a tap ON the head-so?" Koch
broke in, casting a quick glance to-
ward where Captain Woodhouse had
risen from his seat. A shrewd apprais-
ing glance it was, which was not lost
on Woodhouse. He stepped forward
to join the physician by the side of the
figure on the operating chair.
Our man, doctor?" he queried casu-
ally.
"Your name SPONSOR" Koch answer
ed, with a satisfied chuckle; 1.-The origi-
nal Captain Woodhouse of his maJes-
tvs signal service, formerly stationed
at Wady Halfa."
"Quite So" the other answered in
English. DIR. Koch clapped him on the
shoulder.
Perfect mani You do the English
man from the book. 1t will fool them
ALL"
Woodhouse shrugged his shoulders In