The Washington times., 1918-05-26
The True Story of the Imperial German Governments
Bv Chief of u. Service
CriminOIogy Club Members
Have Another Thrilling Clash
of Wits With German
Plotters

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say that the longshoremen did not
sink our lighter. We will grant that
there may be some mistake here.
We received your letter of last night
and. acted as we saw best. Your
chairman and others here assure US
that they sent no letter; if this is
the case we will listen to you. Now
talk quickly. State your demands"
Instantly the hall7w a bedlam of
noise. Men shouted, trying to make
themselves heard. Grant saw the
men who had been foremost in
spreading agitation among the
groups on the docks now striving to
add to the confusion and clamor by
hurting epithets at the shipowners'
committee and urging the men at
their sides to increase their de-
mands. -r
Disguised, and seeing no solutions
here to the problem that absorbed
their minds, Grant signaled to Cava-
naugh.
Get Steward and Sisson and get
out Of here. Wen get back to the
docks. This is likely to last all night
and then not amount to anything"
Grant slipped out hurriedly, know
ing that the others would follow
him. Ahead of him slouched two
men. As he passed, one stopped to
scratch a match against the build
ing. Its flare lighted a face strong
ly Teutonic, and as the match died
down and was tossed away Grant
slowed up in the darkness and
strained his ear to catch their con-
versation.
They spoke in German. eve did
good work at our dock today" Out
of the darkness on the cool night
air the words came clearly, though
gutturally, to Grants ears.
"Yes? What
Tn. German hnd?"
% Loading car
LabOrer's Talk go. Dock IA :.
- They passed
out of earshot- A moment later
Grant heard the quick steps of Cav
anaugh and the other two operatives,
and soon they were swinging alOrg
to the dock. That there had been
note of pride or at least bOastful-
ness in the voice Of the man he had
heard speaking by the wall, Grant
was not slow to discern. To see that
many of his type, whom Grant
classed with the agitatOrs of the day
on the docks, would not feel any
great pride over the loading of a
ships cargo, did not take great pow
eIs of discernment. Grant with q
mind trained to pick up the faintest
Llue leaped to the conclusion that
here was a thread that led to some
thing which could be grasped. Evil
IDENTIFY something had taken place
that day on the dock which the
Criminology Club had overlooked.
"Dock Fourteen" he announced
briefly to the others and silently they
followed him. The great hulk the
Arsulus reared itself into the dark
ness of the night above the brightly
lighted dock
Wait here unless l call" said
Grant. He scrambled aboard and
peered down the hatchway. His eyes
swept the dark interior of the hold.
One side was black, but in the side
toward the water piles upon piles
of packing boxes, baskets and clean
Grated produce showed dimly.
A voice at his elbow startled him.
Anything wrong here?" To Grant
the figure of the dock foreman,
shock headed, heavy jawed, with
heavy arms swinging loosely, was
typically bestial. With a quick
sense of distaste he Strengthened.
Wrong? Somewhat! Unless this
is a new style of loading a vessel.
How long since they have been load
ing the cargo on one side? Looks
like incompetence Or" but the
foreman seemed indisposed to listen
to Grants ideas on the matter, for
a second later Grant had crumPled
under his heavy fist and was sliding
down the steep stairway.
The foreman leaned forward and
surveyed the three figures of the
Criminology Club men on the dock.
Picking up a balehook he laid it
within easy reach, then cupping
his hands about his mouth he called
in a somewat subdued, but clearly
audible voice. Help! Help"
He saw the
pr;sorors n, three men leap
1c, forward TO the
DOOmeo ohlp' ships side. He
fiattened himself
against a pile of boxes. A moment
more and the men had passed him
and were clambering down the
hatch. As the last one disappeared
he sprang to the hatchway and bat
tened it. Grant, Cavanaugh, Stew
ard and Sisson were prisoners.
The German dock foreman uttered
shrill whistle. 1t was answered
in a moment and a figure joined him
hurriedly:
"Wait until I'm off the dock and
safe. Then cut the hawsers" II
was the foreman who spoke and the
other nodded His huOe fiO1Ire dis