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"He had one of his convulsions on the street, and it finished him." "We were about through with him," said the Wolf heartlessly. He dismissed the subject. "What else?" he demanded. "I have all the papers," answered Ledermann. "And as I could not get here until dark, I took a room in a safe little hotel where I would be undisturbed, and I made the copy for you."
The door, which had been unlatched, swung violently open and for a second the face of Ledermann appeared, then flashed by as he saw the tableau, and dashed for the stairway to the attic and the roof.
It would take a clever man indeed to escape in such garments. And escape he must. The Weasel was dead. He had killed him, and no one knew better than the Wolf that he would be made to pay the whole penalty. Adolph was dead, the Weasel was dead, Ledermann had jumped into the river to escape his pursuers and had drowned. And here was he, the Wolf, trapped-at bay.
I want to go home!" "You shall go," said Ledermann, scowling in the direction of Adolph, "but I am afraid you might follow us and find out about the medicine. If you stay right here for a while, why, we will go away, and you will never know to whom you have been talking in this pitch dark. So we will just get you to do that much for us.
He handed over a tiny square of paper. The Wolf carefully unfolded it. Then he laughed gleefully. "Fine; fine, Ledermann! This finishes our work." He crossed his leg over his knee, took a peculiar looking wrench from his pocket, fitted it round the heel of his shoe, and turned it. The other man caught his arm, and spoke rapidly in German. "What possesses you, Excellency; are you mad? This boy "
Destroy everything that could give a clew to us. Pack the bombs in the vault under the cellar floor. We may come back some day, when we land with our men on the shores of Long Island." He turned away. "Go and pack. We must be away from here before dawn." Ledermann shrugged his shoulders, looked curiously at Asa, then turned and left the room.
Are you police?" "Yes, that's it!" said Ledermann. "You've guessed it. We are policemen." "Where's your uniforms?" he asked then. "You ain't policemen. What you doin' here yourself? You can't arrest me for just goin' to sleep in this dinky little dog house. Gee, I might have slept all night! Guess I'll go along. Pop and Mom'll fix me for bein' so late."
He had not intended to take so much; the Wolf was always careful; but to-night well, the day had been a hard one, and the end was so near. For months he had been under a terrific strain Ledermann shook his head. "See how I trust you," said the Wolf in English, looking up from his papers, "I know you will never, never tell. Oh no, that would be impossible!
"A stubborn little boy, who is going to think better of his course of action in just a few minutes, and who is then going to tell me ever so many things that I want to know." Asa stared at the Wolf's wicked eyes and shivered. The Wolf turned away. "What news to-night, Ledermann?" he asked. "Adolph is dead for one thing," said Ledermann coolly.
He had clean forgotten that hanging over him, and had been enjoying all this spy hunting for its own sake. The more he thought of that college education, the more he glared. He groaned, and turned just in time to face a couple of men who were hurrying across the sidewalk. They glanced a him, stopped short, and the smaller man went dead white. "Look, Ledermann!" he cried in a choking voice.
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