The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1918-05-05

brain; she could not see mlrrored
there:
A rambling shack on Staten Is
land near Fort Wadsworth. The
figures Of men as they hurried about
the tool-strewn room, one of them
working on an intricate wireless
controller, the other polishing and
fitting the last necessities of a great,
shining torpedo, which rested in
place to be swung to a manhole con-
Meeting with tunnel below, which,
IN turn, ran to a wharf facing almost
the Narrows of New York harbor.
No, Dixie could not see. All she
could know was that something was
on Heinric Won Lertz's mind, that
he acted tonight like he had acted
tn" night Of the naval ball, and that
she was sure that before morning
she would have some clue-some
means of knowing what was enRaR-
ing his attention. And while they
rode to the Ten Mile House, the rem
devious of fast society, the sport
ing element and habitues of the law
ender life, two members Of the Grim
inology Club suddenly Strengthened
and listened harder than ever at the
photograph connecting them with the
Hohenzollern Club. Dick Stewart
turned.
1t sounds like Boy-Ed and Won
Papen,' he announced. "But they're
not talking about anything in particu-
lar. They've settled down to a game
OF cards-and they're acting like
they're waiting for some one. Maybe
we'll get tip on who it is"
For hours later, the tip had come.
Boy Z d and
Boy Ed and Won Won Papen are in
Papen Nervous there waiting for
Won Lertz," an
nounced Stewart.
as Grant, somewhat sleepy-eyed, hur-
ried into the room following a hasty
summons. They've been in there
ever since a little after midnight,
playing cards and drinking. Then
about an hour ago they be-
gan to get nervous. After that.
they began to watch the clock
and to talk about Won Lertz. ! didn't
think there was any necessity for
waking you up. Then one Of them
said something about the feet, and |
got nervous"-
The feet?" Grant stared.
Dick Stewart nodded his head.
That's all could catch. Seems
Won Lertz is attending TO something
about the feet-but neither one of
them has mentioned what It is. Wait
a minute
The operative leaned forward to
the photograph again.
They're sending a man to see why
Won Lertz hasn't reported"
Grant went quickly forward. He
took the receiver from Stewards
head and beckoned 10 Cavanaugh.
Take Stewards place" he ordered |
Stewart, you cover that man. See |
where he goes. Report to me at the 4
club"
A quick movement and Stewart was |
gone. Five minutes later, Harrison |
Grant, lingering in the doorway Of |
the building adjacent 10 the Hohen- |
zollern Club saw the dim figures OF |
two men walking far down the street |
~ INT AdF AAbAAN Vi udh IT, Olle OF 4
them was the man who had been sent |
forth by con Papen and Boyd. The |
other was Dick Stewart, member Of |
the CriminOlogy Club, beginning the |
chase that was 10 end-where? Har- |
rison Grant wished that he could /.
know.
Nor did Grant know that an ally |
was working in his behalf. an ami !
mated. smiling little ally who stood |
in the entrance to her apartment,
saying good-by TO Heinric Won Lertz.
That person was laughing somewhat
glass had been filed |
many times during the night. Dixie |
Mason extended hand, but the Ger
man plOtter waved il aside.
And you only !
Von Iertz shake hands with /