The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1918-06-01
Secret Work the GernzanAgeptsjntbe United
States against american Industries Uncovered
By william Flynn, FORMER CHE ~ s. Secret Service

crowned, inquiringly.
Well, what OF this? Is 1t not right
that Germany should place bombs on
ships leaving American ports? / see
here a list of ten or twelve sugar
vessels which are now at sea, with
bombs in their cargoes due to ex-
plode some time today. What Of
that? These are orders being car
ried out"
! Won Rfntelen pointed.
Read the last line again carefully,
my friend. The ,Cragside~is listed
there and-the Cragside is still in
port"
For moment of tense silence the
plotters stared at each other, con-
sternation growing in the expression
Albert bent upon Rintelen.
1 What! And there are bombs in
the Cragside's hold?" !
Won Rintelen nodded. give Of them
-sewed into sugar sacks. They are
due to explode any time now.
DR.. Albert paced the floor. hands
folded behind him, frown deepening
the lines Of his face. He stopped and
looked at Won Rintelen.
"And that means that the Cragside
will burn at her dock"
Won Rintelen nodded again. NAT
urally."
"And there will be an investigation.
More of these internal American re-
porters asking questions and seeking
to find the causes Of things. More
secret service men running about, and
with their keen perception, certain
to find these things we wished con-
cealed! Who's mistake is this?" DIR.
Albert glared at Won Rinte1en, an
noyance fast growing into anger as
the danger of the situation took hold
of him.
Won Rhntelen shrugged his shouI-
ders.
mo ones mistake. The agents
were told to put the bombs aboard
sugar ships to destroy as many sugar
cargoes as possible. They obeyed
orders. The Cragside sailed three
days ago when the other ships left
port. Something went wrong, she
returned for repairs, and is now in
port as I have just told you. And
/ the bomb in her hold is due to explode
! today"
1 Albert stared at Won, Rintelen
fiercely. The thoughts which strug-
gled for words but were suppressed
showed in his face at the nipping in
the bud of this we'll planned plot He
! took refuge in a hard-fought silence,
for Franz Won Rintelen, special en-
issary and arch-plotter, owed no rec
| ognition to DR.. Heinrich Albert Won
Rintelen had come to America with
a fund of fifty millions Of dollars
at his disposal and was accountable
to only one for the success or failures
which followed the use of the money
| for death and destruction and that
man WaS-the kaiser
! Won Rintelen picked up the beard
which had disguised his features and
crossing to a low hung French mir
ror, carefully adjusted it. Picking
up his hat and cane and gloves, he
turned to Albert.
| Sorry" he said, Mistakes will &C.
cur, you know. Till we meet again."
he bowed jauntily and in a moment
the panelled doors closed behind him
and the great iron barred doors Of
the front entrance changed, marking
| his exit to Fifth avenue. He was
quickly lost in the hurrying crowds
outside.
Albert walked to the fireplace and
stared gloomily into its fast dying
embers. "a happy day for Germany
when he returns home" he muttered
moodily. Mistakes. mistakes, moth
ing but mistakes"
The past twelve hours had been
filled with puzzling anxiety for Dixie
Mason. Since the moment she had
read the scrubbed page from the
notebook of Heinric Won Lertz in the
dressing room Of the Ten Mile House,
| her efforts had been spent on solving
the mystery of it's meaning, for all
it said, though Dixie was not at ali
misled by it's briefness into con-
fusing brevity with innocence, was
| this:
Report for Won Lertz.
Fire bombs manufactured 400
Fire bombs delivered to agents
Tor coming use ......,..... u
balance ....'............. 1928
That was all. Where the bombs
had been placed, when they would
explode, where it was intended others
| should be placed could not be told.
1t had been with difficulty that Dixie
in her preoccupation had retained
Won Lertz's attention on the ride
home from Ten Mile House the night
before. Her mind had been a seetn-
ing mass of conjectcres and fore
oodings. And with them had been
linked her knowledge Of the necessity
for occupying Won Lertzs attention
so that he would not discover the
loss of the report book In this she
/ had been successful and when he at
last deposited her at the door of
her apartment, it was with a feeling
OF relief that she babe him good
night.
Dixie in the quiet of her room
chlded herself for not being able to
make more of this report. She told
herself that she had no right to be
1 - AZ
do no better than this, but the in
formation was meager-there was
nothing to work on Her smooth
forehead was furrowed by a frown
OF anxiety. For the fiftieth time she
read the report and then she shook
her head.
No use" she unused. There's only
j one thing for me to do with this and
that is send it to Harrison Grant
without his knowing who it came
from. He can start an investiga-
ton. She folded the page torn from
the book and slipped it into an en-
veiope, Then in a painfully disguised
handWrlting she directed it to Har-
1 rlson Grant, at the Criminology club.
ahe held up the envelope and sur
lveyed the writing. .Ie doesn't know
my writing, but If he did he would
never guess this was mine. '.Riam-
lettei" she called sharply.
In moment the curtain OF her
room was parted and a grihning black
face looked in on her. Mamette had
been Dlxie's maid for years; in spite
lof her sef-selected name smacking
as she thought, of all that was
French and gay and fashionable. she
was pure African.
"Mamette," Dixie repeated, take