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

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A half hour later, Won Lertz's ma
chine was on the ferry, crossing to
Staten Island, while Won IIertZ him
self dozed in the tonneau, little
knowing, that just behind him, on the
same ferry was another machine
containing a person very much
awake, Dixie Mason, determined to
learn just exactly where he was go
ing and whom he intended to see
there.
So much for the Ally who was
working for the said Harrison Grant.
And in the meantime. the person up-
on whom he had really counted was
having his difficulties.
Far over on Staten Island. the spy
| whom Dick Stewart had trailed from
the Crimtnology club had turned in
| to thick undeFbush, circled, seen the
man behind, lain in wait, and then,
with one powerful blow, felled him,
trrrying on toward the shack and
| workers on the torpedo.
But that delay, while It had placed
| Dick Stewart in O. position where he
could no longer follow the spy from
the HohenZollern club, had saved
position. For that delay had been
Just long enough for Dixie Mason to
see Heinric Won I1ertB enter the
shack, to watch him leave again,
then to allow the little daredevil OF
the secret service to creep to the
shack, ascend an old ladder which
she found leaning against the build
ing, and peep through the old trap
in the roof. And there she saw
Two Men Making a Torpedo.
Two men busily engaged upon the
torpedo, which they we're making
ready to lower through the rnanhole
into the sewer. One Of them was
talking:
won Lertz looked like he'd been
out all night '-
YES. That's the way he Is most
Of the time. But that's the way with
the ones higher UP. They can go
out and play-while we do the work.
But when the Iron Crosses are dis
tributed, they get them, not US"
A grow1 from the third.
Shut up. You're better Off here
than you would be in the trenches.
This 1s easy work for you. get
tired hearing you reservists kicking
on a little easy campaign work over
in this country when you might be
handling the minnewerfers over In
Flanders. But, let's stop this talking.
The fleet will sail in q few hours
now. We've got to have this torpedo
ready to launch at the flagship"
That sentence was enough. Dixie
hurried from her position on the
ladder, started down-then WINGED as
she struck the ground. One foot had
struck An a chuck-hole, twisting the
ankle severely, and slowly and pain
fully, she 1imped to her car, where
it was concealed in the shadow Of
d great, dismantled boiler. The driver
hurried forward to her aid. assisting
her within. At the door OF the taxi,
Dixie, half turning with the pain of
her ankle, failed to notice that her
reticule slipped from her wrist and
fell to the ground. Nor did the
driver. He leaped to his place at
the wheel and turned expectantly.
where to now?" ne asked.
"a telephone-jrist as quick as you
can make it," Dixie answered. Her
voice was faint from the pain Of her
sprained ankle.
"How about doctor for that
foot?" the driver was staring at the
expression Of agony on the girls
features.
Never mind that. Where's tele-
phone"
I'm a roadhouse, down the line
about three miles"
"Gat to it-hurry!" 60
The Secret Service Detected.
A moment more and the machine
was scurrying along the lonely road,
the warming that Dixie sought to
send the Secret Service But as the
machine roared its way along
through the early morning, the spy
from the Hohenzo1lern club entered
the shack on Staten Island, his eyes
wide with excitement, his voice
swapping as ne sent the men scurry-
ing faster than ever in their work
There's danger! Just knocked
a Secret Service man over in the
woods. They're after us! Bar that
door and barricade It! We've got to
get this torpedo into place before
they catch our trail. Every minute
means dangerl"
Slowly the torpedo swung at its
| fastenings The spy from the
Hohenzollern club lifted the cover
] of the n1anlloie. And as the spies In
the employ of Imperial Germany
started to lower the torpedo into the
! sewer, Dixie Mason chung grimly tc
the telephone at the roadhouse, wait
ing for the answering voice from the
other end Of the wire. At last II
came-the voice of Chief Flynn who
had Just entered the office for the
day. His voice went keen and bright
as the warning from Dixie came over
the wire. Hastily he assembled the
facts as she told them. Then:
"a good nights work. Go home Il
bed. Til handle everything =
He lifted another phone and cali
ed the CriminoIogy club.
'Busy," reported Central. For
Dick Stewart was at that moment
detailing the story OF the assault up.
on him and the reasons he had fall
ed in his quest. But Chief Flynn was
already working on another angle OF
the protection of the Atlantic fleet
All In, FIynn's Hands.
| A quick call to the Harbor police
| A moment later and with a scurryine
rush, the power launches of the New
York police department, their ma
chine guns ready for instant action,
shot forth into the bay. Another call
and the chief gained a clear wire to
| the Crimino1ogy club. A few crisp
.as s.