The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1922-05-11

Copyright by The wheeler Syndicate. Inc.
TAP-Tap-Tapi
i The knocking at the door Of the
house occupied by Charles Won
kieist, In Brooklyn, was not peremp-
tory. nor yet did 1t SAVIOR of STEALTH
ness. During the silence which fol-
lowed, the two men on the doorstep
looked at each other inquiringly.
Then
Tap-tap-tap, they knocked again.
Slowly, silently, the door swung
open and, from the inner recesses of
pitch-black hall, came voice which
inquired, In cultural German:
who are you, and what do you
want2"
I'VE come from the Wolf" was the
reply. HE said that you would know
what we wanted"
Prom the Wolff" echoed the voice
from within. "How do I know that
you are not wolves yourselves? How
-"
Thisu prove who we are" inter-
rupted the man who had previously
spoken, producing a card and slipping
1t past the stout chain which guarded
the door. 'Read and act" he contin-
ued still In German.
moment later the chain had been
removed and the two men, their coat
collars turned high, their hats pulled
low, entered the darkened hall. Not
until the old man had refastened the
door and preceded them into a room
where the tightly closed shutters eff.
fectually prevented any spying from
the outside, dSd he again address
them. When he did speak, 1t was
merely to inquire their names.
"Barnitz." replied one Sf the men
the one who had carried }on the con.
versatlon from the outside.
"Barth," said the other.
"Barnitz," the old man repeated ru-
minativcly. THAT Is q name Of the
Father'and, a good name. But Barth?
l know it not. Is it not English?"
american" corrected the first of
the strangers. ut would not do to use
too many of our citizens in this plan.
IL would cause suspicion. We must
use all kinds of people-that's how we
fool these Yankees! Besides, should
Wolf. That bears both names"
THAT is So" agreed the German.
"and Won Igel is not one to take any
chances. He is too close to Won Papen,
For what We're you sent here?"
''Thc Wolf wishes 10 lie assured that
everything is going smoothly.
Then, after q moments hesitation.
during which he studied Won KIeist's
face very carefully: "Have you COM
pleted the bombs?"
"a few only. 1t will be simple to
make the others. Come, | will show
you"
Through the winding, labyrinthine
passages of the old house the German
ted them, and then out into the back
'ard-a tiny plot Of ground barely a
few feet square. kN
LAS you will note" he said. "wy-u =
'ot be overlooked from any Of thu ~
Ounding houses. M
The man called Barth, glanciu n
aw that the German was right. N
the bare walls vi warehouses fro
down upon them. AS he looked,
ever, he seemed to catch queer M
from one of the nearby roofs-a Il
as of sunlight refracted from q bin
lar-glass.
After he had removed three I'd
bulbs. planted In straight line, as II
mark certain spot, Won Kleist pi
duced small OblOng box black al
Ominous.
'"This," he said, motioning them bacI
into the house, sis the only one / havS
ready for use. The ones shall show,
you in the cellar-In order that you
may tell the Wolf just how his plans
are being carried out-are nerely the
cases. But this one Doctor Scheele
turned over to me as a sample. Care
full! Don't drop 1t,
There were several Of these on the
Lusitania, and when the news of her
destruction first arrived I thought that
my handiwOrk was responsible. But
the honor was not mine, unfortunately.
There are also similar bombs planted
on the Friedrich Der Crosse, in case
these Yankees ever attempt to seize
our property. The moment they start
her engines, that moment they start
the bombs Yes" concluded the old
man, "you can tell the Wolf that his
plans are being well carried out. Kar-
bode, Schmidt, Paradis and Praedel
are attending to the ones on the ship,
and Scheele and Becker on land"
"Splendid!" exclaimed Barnitz.
"The chief will be delighted to hear
this. Why not come with us now and
tell him about it?'
Thinking, of course, that his visitor
referred to Wolf Won Igel, Kleist read
lily agreed, and 1t was no: until their
taxicab stopped in front Of police head
quarters that he sensed anything
wrong. Before he knew 1t he was being
walked into the office of Inspector
Thomas j. Tunney, with a gun in his
ribs.
Chief" cried Barnitz. chat card
turned the trick! You'll have to get n
pardon for the scratcher. Anyone who
can forge Won Igel's writing as clever
ly as that doesn't deserve to be I'm jail.
We not only nailed the old bird, but
he's implicated half a dozen others.
Sometimes 1t pays to have a German