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Julie got up to rush around the table and kiss her sister; the younger children laughed and shouted. "There is no occasion for all this," said Mr. "Just quiet them down, will you, Mother? I see nothing very extraordinary in the matter. This Mrs. Mrs. Carr Boldt is it? needs a secretary and companion; and she offers the position to Mark."
Like Dieckhoff and Boldt, Harry Woulters, alias Hugo Woulters, the third of the three subpoenaed men, is a naturalized citizen of German extraction. He went to work in the Navy Yard within one day of Dieckhoff. Before that, both had worked on the same four American destroyers at the Staten Island Shipbuilding Company.
"This is the brother who gave you money to travel around in Germany?" He didn't answer. "I didn't hear you," I said. "Yes," Dieckhoff said finally, "he gave me the money." I called upon the second of the three suspected spies subpoenaed by the Dies Committee. Alfred Boldt had done very responsible work on the U.S. cruiser "Honolulu."
Blossom Kane was the lean-limbed messenger who had so angered Fletcher. Boldt was a giant in stature, dark, bearded, silent. Panhandle Smith was the red-faced cook, merry, profane, a short, bow-legged man resembling many rustlers Duane had known, particularly Luke Stevens.
George Wend and her son, Milton Wend, Mrs. George Boldt, Master Norman Spreer, Ernest Stevens and A. C. Lemmon. From Philadelphia: Miss Virginia Patache and Mrs. George Williams. Mrs.
Boldt left for Germany on August 4, 1936, and returned September 12. On the evening I dropped in to see him, he was tensely nervous. He had heard that someone had been around to talk with Dieckhoff. "I understand your only son, Helmuth, is going to school in Langin, Germany?" I asked. "Yes," he said, "I sent him there two years ago." "No schools in the United States for a fifteen-year-old boy?"
Boldt had worked in the Navy Yard since 1931. Dieckhoff and Woulters went to work there within one day of each other in June, 1936. The three men were kept in the Committee's room from one o'clock on the day they were subpoenaed until five in the afternoon.
After you return to Ord give Poggin these orders. Keep the gang quiet. You, Poggin, Kane, Fletcher, Panhandle Smith, and Boldt to be in on the secret and the job. Nobody else. You'll leave Ord on the twenty-third, ride across country by the trail till you get within sight of Mercer. It's a hundred miles from Bradford to Val Verde about the same from Ord.
"Excuse me, Phil. Shore I didn't see you come in, an' Boldt never said nothin'." "It took you a long time to get here, but I guess that's just as well," spoke up a smooth, suave voice with a ring in it. Longstreth's voice Cheseldine's voice!
With fading sight he saw Kane go down, then Boldt. But supreme torture, bitterer than death, Poggin stood, mane like a lion's, back to the wall, bloody-faced, grand, with his guns spouting red! All faded, darkened. The thunder deadened. Duane fell, seemed floating. There it drifted Ray Longstreth's sweet face, white, with dark, tragic eyes, fading from his sight... fading.. . fading...
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