The Washington times., 1918-12-17
The Club-FOOted Man
IA NEW SPY SERIAL BY VALENTINE WILLIAMS
Desmond Encounters Mysterious
Guide Who Warns Him to Discard
His Regimental Tie.

the window that gives on to the sta
ton hall.
There yoplwin see some Of the
forces mobiIlzed against you. There
Is q regular Gordon or guides-like
me-drawns across the entrances to
the maln-iine platform-unosten-
tatiously, OF course. II you look
you will see plenty OF pIainclothes
Huns, too. - ."
-Guides?s said.
He nodded cheerfully.
Looks bad for me. doesn't lit Bul
one gets better results by being one
of them. Obi It's all right. In any
case you've got to trust me now.
See herei When you have salts
fled yourself that I'm correct in
what say, take platform ticket
and walk upstairs to platform No.
3. On that platform you will find q
train. Go to the end where the
metals run out OF the station. where
the engine would be coupled on.
and get into the last frst-class car
riage. On no account move from
there until you see me. Now then,
I'll have that guldeny'
] gave him the coin. The old fef-
low looked at It and wagged his
head, so gave him another, whore
upon he took off his cap. bowed low
and hurried Off
In the suburban side waiting room
I peered out OF the window on to
the station all. True enough, saw
one, two four, six guides loafing
about the barriers leading to the
mainline platforms. There SEEM
ed to be lot OF people IN the han
and certainly a number OF the men
possessed that singular taste in
dress. those rotundities of contour,
by which one may distinguish the
German in crowd.
now had no hesitation In follow
ing the guides instructions to the
letter. Platform No. was compile
ly deserted as emerged breathless.
from the long staircase. and had
no difficulty in getting into the
last fIrst-class carriage unobserv-
ed. I sat down BY the window On
the far side OF the carriage
Alongside 1t ran the brown panels
and gold lettering OF q German
restaurant car.
I looked at my watch It was ten
minutes 20 z. There was no sign, Of
my mysterious friend. wondered
vaguely. too. what had become OF
my porter. True. there was meth
ing Of Importance in Semlfn's bag,
but a traveller with luggage always
commands more confidenee thGn
one without.
Five minutes to 2! stin no word
from the guide The minutes tick
ed away. BY Jovei waS going
to miss the train. But sat reBo-
luteIy in my corner. I had put my
trust In this man. I would trust
him to the last
Suddenly his face appeared IN the
window at my beIbow. The door
was flung open.
fouice!, he whispered IN my ear.
follow me-"
ssMy things - I gaspsa
with one foot on the footboard OF
the other train. At the same mo-
ment the train began to move.
The guide pointed to the carriage
into which I had clambered.
THE porter ." cried
from the open door, thinking he
had not understood me.
The guide pointed towards tho
carriage again. then tapped him
self on the chest with Significant
smile
Tne next moment ne ma oAo1D
peared and I had not even thanked
him.
The Berlin train bumped porder~
ously out of the station Peering
cautiously out OF the carriage,
caught a glimpse OF the waiter,
Karl. hurrying down the platform
With him was a swarthy. massive
" built man who leaned heavily
on a stick and limped painfully as
he ran. One OF his feet, could
see, was misshapen and the swear
was pouring down his face.
1 would have liked to wave my
hand to the pair, but 1 prudentfy
drew back out Of sight OF the plat
form
Caution, caution, caution. must
henceforward by my watchword
ITO Be Continued Tomorrow
(copyzight. 1913. McBrfdeL)
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