The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1918-05-04

the other polishing and fitting the
last necessities of a great, shining
torpedo. which rested in place to be
swung to manhole connecting with
tunnel below. which in turn ran
to q wharf facing almost the Mar
rows 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
the night of the Naval ball and that
she was sure that before morning
she would have some clue-sorne
means of knowing what was engag-
ing his attention. And while they
rode to the Ten Mile House. the rem
devious OF fast society, the sporting
element and habitues Of the lavender
life, two members OF the Criminology
club suddenly Strengthened and lis
tened harder than ever at the dicto-
graph connecting them with the Ho-
henzollern club. Dick Stewart turn
ed.
TT sounds like Boy-Bd and Won
Papen," he announced. "But they're
not talking about anything In par
ticular They've settled down to a
game of cards-and they're acting
like they're waiting for someone.
Maybe wen get a tip on who It is."
-Four hours later the tip had
come.
Boy-Ed and Won Papen Nervous.
"Boy-Ed and Won Papen are in
there, waiting for Won Lerta," an
nounced Stewart as Grant, some
what sleepy hurried into the
room, following q hasty summons.
They've been in there ever since
a little after midnight, playing cards
and drinking. Then about an hour
ago they began to get nervous. After
that, they began to watch the clock
and to talk about Won Lertz. didn't
think theirs was any necessity for
waking you up. Then one Of them
said something about the fleet. and
got nervous -
1.-THE fleet?" Grant stared.
Dick Stewart nodded his head.
That's all could catch. Seems
Won Lertz is attending to something
about the fieet-but neither one Of
them has mentioned what It is.
Wait minute"
The operative leaned forward TO
the photograph again.
They're sending man TO see why
Won Lertz hasn't reported
Grant went quickly forward. He
took the receiver from Stewards
head and beckoned to Cavanaugh.
Take Stewards place." he order
ed. Stewart, you cover that man.
See where he goes. Report to me
at the club"
A quick movement and Stewart
was gone. Five minutes later, Har-
rison Grant, lingering in the door
way OF the building adjacent to the
Hohenzollern club saw the dim figure
of two men walking far down the
street in the gray light OF dawn.
One of them was the man who had
been sent forth by Won Papen and
Boy-Ed. The other was Dick Stew
club. beginning the chase that was
to end-where? Harrison Grant
wished that he could knowl e...
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 goodbye to Heinric Won
LertZ. That person was laughing
somewhat thickly-his glass had
been filled many times during the
night. Dixie Mason extended a hand,
but the German plottsr waved 1t
it aside. @,5r u
Won Lertz in His cupe.
"And you only shake hands with
mer' he asked.
''Isn't that enough?" u
mot If you could know how mad
~ love you. how I adore you, how
you fashinate--"
'Fascinate, you mean, don't your"
"Yesh-yes-of course. What did
I say?" .
'oh, nothing-oh, Mr.. Won Lertz.
pleased"
For Won Lerts had striven to take
her in his arms and was pressing
his lips toward hers. AS she half
struggled with him the German smil-
ed in apology and dropped his arms.
I just wanted one teeny-weeny
little kiss" he announced. az
thought-well, I Just thought"
I'm not in q habit of being kiss
ed" answered Dixie Mason. pouting.
Won Lertz Strengthened.
Goo little girl! he praised her.
GOO little girl! am now more
Good day." echoed Dixie Mason,
Then as Heinric Won Lertz strobe
forth, she turned quickly to one side.
Hurriedly she opened q little mem
oTandum book that she had ex-
tracted from the pocket OF the Ger
man plottep while she had struggled
with him to prevent the kiss that he
had sought to implant on her lips.
Quickly she scanned the pages, final
ly to start forward. an involuntary
cry breaking from her lips. She
glanced hastily down the street to-
ward where Won LeTtZ's machine was
fading in the distance, then ran to-
ward a taxi stand at the corner.
Follow that machine that just left
herel' she ordered, as she hurried
into the car. Then, taking out her
secret service commission and pass
ing it before the eyes Of the chaMf-
feur, she admonished:
The Safety of The Fleet.
"The safety Of the Atlantic fleet
depends on us! Don't lose sight of
that machine for an instant! There
1t goes-we're going and the man
who is In it must not know we're
following!"
Don't worry, lady" came the
quiet answer of tho chauffeur. ''Tll
keep him in sight,
Dixie Mason leaned back in the
machine again. Once more she
brought forth the note book. Again
she looked at the line which had
burned itself into her brain; a lima
that read: