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The one photograph of van Heerden in existence, thousands of copies of an excellent snapshot taken by one of Beale's assistants, were distributed by aeroplane to every district centre. At two o'clock Hilda Glaum was arrested and conveyed to Bow Street. She showed neither surprise nor resentment and offered no information as to van Heerden's whereabouts.
It would not only be possible, but certain that twenty of van Heerden's agents in America could destroy the harvests of the United States in a week." "But why should he do this he is a German, you say and Germans do not engage in frightfulness unless they see a dividend at the end of it." "There is a dividend a dividend of millions at the end of it," said Beale, graver, "that much I know.
"Dutch," replied Mr. White promptly. "Are you sure of this?" "I would stake my life on it," answered the heroic Mr. White. "As I came through to your office I saw a young lady at the cashier's desk Miss Glaum, I think her name is. Is she Dutch, too?" "Miss Glaum ah well Miss Glaum." White hesitated. "A very nice, industrious girl, and a friend of Doctor van Heerden's.
The agents have been arrested," he said; "we notified the Government authorities, and there was a sheriff or a policeman in every post office when the code word came through van Heerden's agents saw some curious telegraph messengers yesterday." Kitson nodded and turned away. "What are you going to do now?" asked the girl, with a light in her eyes.
He may be one of van Heerden's ambassadors." "Ambassadors?" "I will explain van Heerden's game one of these days and you will understand what I mean," said Beale.
"I shall get a great deal by prying here, I think," he said calmly. "Sit down, Miss Hilda Glaum, and let us understand one another. You are a friend of Doctor van Heerden's?" "I shall answer no questions," she snapped.
Stanford Beale laughed a little bitterly. "Say, don't get up in the air, Mr. Kitson I'm only thinking of Miss Cresswell. A special licence in my name would stop one of van Heerden's paths to easy money. Tell me, and this is what I came to ask you, under Millinborn's will, does the husband benefit directly by the marriage, or is he dependent upon what his wife gives him?
"Only bits," he replied eagerly, "but I don't know van Heerden's game. I know why he's marrying this other girl, everybody knows that. When is the wedding?" "What other girl?" she asked. "Cresswell or Prédeaux, whatever she calls herself," said Bridgers carelessly. "She was a store girl, wasn't she?" "But" she tried to speak calmly "why do you think he wants to marry her?" He laughed softly.
"The test-word is 'Breslau," he said in a low voice, and the messenger beamed. "I have the honour to convey to you the word." He whispered something in van Heerden's ear and Milsom, who did not understand German very well and had been trying to pick up a word or two, saw the look of exultation that came to the doctor's face.
Beale, who was drunk one moment and sober the next, who had offices in the city which he did not visit and who took such an inordinate interest in her affairs, and she resented him all the more because, in some indefinable way, he had shaken her faith no, not shaken her faith, that was too strong a term he had pared the mild romance which Dr. van Heerden's friendship represented.
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