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Updated: June 17, 2025
He stopped abruptly, and there came into his face a pained look of surprise, of terror. "Was is dass?" he cried in alarm. One of Fleck's men in hiding out there in the shadow of the building had been seized by an irresistible desire to sneeze. The terrifying suspicion that there had been some uninvited spectator outside, listening to their plotting, swept over the whole room.
I had expected to find you in a car. What was the idea of the motorcycle?" "It was Chief Fleck's suggestion. The Hoffs will be motoring. People in a car seldom pay any attention to motorcyclists. If we were to follow them in a motor they'd surely notice it. Last week they managed to dodge the people the Chief assigned to trail them. Maybe as two dusty motorcyclists we'll have better luck."
What is the matter? Have you changed your mind?" "Not at all," she answered indignantly. "I've discovered something already a cipher message." "What's that?" Even over the wire she could sense the eagerness in Mr. Fleck's tone, and a sense of achievement brought a radiant glow to her cheek. "I ran into that man you know whom " "The young one?" he interrupted. "No, the uncle."
There on the floor, not a dozen feet away from her, shameful circlets of steel girdling both his wrists and his ankles, lay the one man for whom she knew now she cared the most in all the world, the man she had just betrayed into Chief Fleck's hands. Bitterly she reproached herself for not having tried to induce Frederic to escape.
It seemed very simple, as he had talked about it. All she had to do was to get acquainted with the young man next door. Yet the further the subway carried her from Mr. Fleck's office after her second visit there that morning, the more her heart sank within her, and the fuller her mind became of misgivings. In a big city next door in an apartment house is almost the same thing as miles away.
Surely there could be no harm in that, yet the little parcel, still in the bosom of her gown where she had thrust it, seemed to be burning her flesh and searing itself into her very soul. In strong contrast with her own spirit of martyrdom was Fleck's manner. Never before had she seen him in such high spirits as he was when he drew up before the subway station in a low car built for speed.
Fleck's strength pulling loose his fingers from the weapon was too much for him. As he felt himself being disarmed, in a frenzy he tore himself loose from both of them and seizing a chair, swung it with all his strength against the hanging lamp above the table that supplied the only light in the room. In an instant the room was in darkness.
In accordance with instructions already issued two of Fleck's men rushed for the front of the house, where with rifles ready they stood guard, while the others took cover in the shadow of one of the outbuildings a few feet distant from the rear entrance.
Frederic was the last person in the world she felt like seeing just at this moment. Only five minutes before she had arrived home from Chief Fleck's office. She was under orders to hold herself in readiness to start immediately for the scene of yesterday's accident.
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