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"Colonel Brook-White," cried Fleck in amazement, recognizing the voice as that of one of the officers in charge of the British Government's Intelligence Service in America. "What are you doing here?" "Trying to round up some bally German spies," explained Brook-White. "I've beaten you to it," cried Fleck, with a note of triumph in his tone. "I've got them all here in shackles."
I don't suppose though you'll be able to make head or tail out of it. I know I can't." "Don't be too sure of that," smiled Chief Fleck, as he took the card. "When you get used to codes, most of them identify themselves at the first glance at least they tell what kind of a code it is. That's one thing about the Germans that makes their spy work clumsy at times.
There again the spring goeth all in white, for there is no spot to fleck the dazzling quality of Shaker paint, and their apple, plum, and pear trees are so well cared for that the snowy blossoms are fairly hiding the branches. The place is very still, although there are signs of labor in all directions.
"Go in and play the piano awhile, Marcy, I'll be finished soon." "Sh-h-h! No. Pussy-kitty's asleep." As the cream grew heavier and its swirl in the pot slower, Hattie could keep the twist out of her face only by biting her tongue. She did, and a little arch of sweat came out in a mustache. The brown mud of the cream began to fluff. Hattie rubbed a fleck of it into her freckled forearm.
Perhaps it is just a rendezvous where their various agents, the important ones engaged in their damnable work of destruction, come secretly to get their orders from the Hoffs and to receive payment for their hellishness accomplished." "It's all so funny, so perfectly absurd," said Jane with a nervous little laugh. "Absurd," cried Fleck indignantly, "what do you mean? It's frightfully serious."
Fleck was insistent that they should do nothing to betray their presence until after the Hoffs had arrived, and Dean once more voiced his protest against Jane taking part in the attack. "I will be of far more use than you with your crippled arm," she resentfully insisted. "I can handle a revolver as well as any man, and a rifle, too, if necessary." "Dean is right," Fleck decided.
"It sure is," said Carter. "Looks like hush money to me. What does the girl say?" "Nothing yet," said Fleck. "She wouldn't talk at all last night, but she's coming here at ten." "That's funny," said Carter. "Why wouldn't she talk?" "I don't know yet," said Fleck decisively, "but I am going to find out. Do you really suppose that she has fallen in love with young Hoff?" Carter shook his head.
This, then, was the ancient Royal Road the Treasure Trail from Panama! The stones were tilted and sunken and covered with mud; a thicket of plants and brush crowded either edge, and gigantic trees, enveloped with flowering vines, towered over, forming an emerald archway through which a few faint sunbeams filtered to fleck the way.
Who signalled the Hoffs' apartment and supplied them with the news about our transports? Was it Lieutenant Kramer?" "Probably," said Chief Fleck carelessly, "that is not my end of the work. It is up to the Naval Intelligence Bureau to clean out the spies in the navy. I'm after the boss-spy. After we land him it will be easier to get the small fry.
That gentleman, daintily picking a fleck of dust from his cuff, looked unconcernedly off into the sky, whistling softly, and Courtney, pushing his hand into the discard, lighted a cigar, while the colonel met Washer's raise and added a tantalizing white chip. It was now Washer's turn for consideration, and he studied his only remaining opponent with much interest.
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