Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-04-05
They Carried Him Into the Car.

carried dispatches to the officer In
charge. On my return a man hailed
me from the side of the road, near
where you found me. / thought that
he desired to be taken on, and stopped
my car. But he attacked me. He was
armed and l was not. He knocked me
senseless, and when 1 awakened 1 was
above the road, among trees. l gave
myself up when the snow commenced.
Few pass this way. But I heard your
car coming and made a desperate eff
fort"
"Then,' asked n of the agents,
"these are not your clothes?"
"They are his, sir"
The agent produced a flash light and
inspected the garments. Before the
c~hancellor's eyes button by button,
strap on the sleeve, star on the cuff,
came into view the uniform of a cap
tain of his own regiment, the grena-
diers. Then one of his own men had
done this infamous thing, one of his
own officers, indeed.
go through the pockets" he or
dered sternly.
Came into view under the flash a
pair of gloves, a box of matches, a silk
handkerchief, a card case. The agent
said nothing, but passed a card to the
chancellor, who read 1t without COM
ment.
There was silence in the car
At last the chancellor stirred. '@This
mamie took your car ONT" +
9Yes. And he has not returned. No
other machine has passed"
The secret service men exchanged
glances. There was more to this than
appeared. Somewhere ahead, then,
was Milky Larisch, with a motor that
did not belong to him, and wearing
clothing which his victim described as
a chauffeur's coat of leather, breaches
and puttees, and a fur greatcoat over
all.
Had the snow commenced when
this happened?'
mot then. sir. Shortly after"
"Go out with the driver" the
chancellor ordered one of his men,
land watch the road for the tracks of
another car. Go slowly"
So it was that, after an hour or SO,
they picked up Nikky's trail, now
tWenty-four hours old but still clear,
and followed 1t. The chancellor was
awake enough by this time, and bend
Ing forward When at last the trail
turned from the highway toward the
shooting box at Wedding, Mettlich fell
back with something between a curse
and a groan.
"The fooll" he, muttered. 1.-THE
young fooll 1t was madness"
AT last they drew up at an inn in
the village on the royal preserve, and
the chancellor, looking rather gray,
nlighted. He directed that the man
they had rescued be brought in. The
chancellor was not for losing him just
yet. He took a room for him at the
inn, and rather cavalierly locked him
In it.
The chancellor slipped hot milk and
considered. Milky Larisch a prisoner
In Karl's hands caused him less
anxiety than it would have a month
before. But what was behind 1t ALP
AT a little before five the man out
side the prisoners door heard some
thing inside the room. He glanced In.
All was quiet. The prisoner slept
heavily, genuine sleep. There was no
mistaking it, the sleep of a man warm
after long cold and exhaustion, weary
after violent effort The agent went
out again, and locked the door behind
him.
And as the door closed, a trap door
from the kitchen below opened softly
under the sleeping mans bed. With
great caution came the landlord, head
first, then shoulders. The space was
cramped. He crawled up, like a snake
out of a hole, and ducked behind the
curtains of the bed. All was still quiet,
save that the man outside struck a