United States or Azerbaijan ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"My dear Baron, what can you expect?" Hartzmann shrugged his shoulders amusedly. "Trained diplomats do not confide state secrets to a premier who derives his income from a newspaper and the lecture platform." "True. Diplomat and politician are synonymous in America; oil and water would sooner mix in the Old World." Von Fincke carefully replaced his bank book in a dispatch-box.
"Monsieur, can you explain this telegram?" handing it to him. "Heinrich dropped it here late this afternoon." Miller read the two words, then drew out a pencil. "Divide the word 'Trenton' to 'Trent on' and it reads: 'Trent on, hurry. Yesterday afternoon I met a man named Hartzmann; he had known Karl intimately, and before I left him I realized something had aroused his suspicions.
"In several instances it is planned to buy the great gun and munition factories outright," explained Hartzmann. "Our agents are already trying to engage the output of munitions until 1916, so that even if the United States requires powder and high explosives, it will be impossible to supply the Government." "Anything, anything to stop the supply going to the Allies."
Von Fincke emphasized his words with a characteristic gesture. "Our work is already telling." Hartzmann carefully replaced several papers in an inside pocket. "In Russia, the men of the first Russian reserve have to wait before engaging the enemy until the Russian soldiers in the outer trenches are dead so as to get their guns and ammunition to fight with."
"The Harbor Police of New York are vigilant. I fear the warping of a great steamer from her berth would attract instant attention." "Not if properly engineered, Hartzmann." A soft tap at the door interrupted von Fincke. "Come in," he called. "Captain von Mueller," announced the valet, and von Fincke advanced eagerly to meet the newcomer. "Welcome, Herr Captain.
"Is this all the fighting strength of the United States navy?" questioned Hartzmann, jotting down the figures in a notebook. "No, Herr Captain; there are seventy fighting craft; but not in commission and all require overhauling. Half of the submarines will not er 'sub, so to speak." A ghost of a smile crossed Heinrich's lips.
"Your friend, Captain von Mueller, has won many friends during his sojourn in Washington." "A brilliant man; he will go far." Hartzmann rubbed his hands with satisfaction. "His work in England will not be forgotten. He has courage, and the instinct of the hunter; he never blunders." "High praise," said von Fincke.
"Well done; it is a wise move." Hartzmann helped himself to a cigar. "What about this Spencer mystery, Baron? As our agent in Mexican affairs he received a small fortune. Does not his death come at a most unfortunate moment?" Von Fincke pursed up his lips. "No.
In New York he communicated with Buenos Ayres, found my whereabouts was unknown to my family, and jumped to the conclusion that I was impersonating my cousin." "How do you know that?" demanded Foster. "The Secret Service operative shadowing Hartzmann notified me of it today," answered Miller.
"I am the more glad to hear it because I have intrusted a most delicate mission to him the securing of Whitney's latest invention" with peculiar meaning. "My other efforts in that line having proved failures." Quickly he forestalled the question he saw coming, "And your plan of campaign, Hartzmann, what of it?" "First, let me give you this," taking several papers from his vest pocket.
Word Of The Day