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"I don't know," he answered frankly, "I only know we are going the direction the Hoffs went, and I want to gain on them before they get too far ahead. The chap back there had told us all he knew and was beginning to get curious, so I thought it better to vamoose." "It's funny about his never seeing them coming back." "Probably there is nothing mysterious about that.
"It may have been simply a duplicate method of communication in case the other failed. The Germans here know that they are constantly watched and take every precaution. We'll land that girl as soon as we have the Hoffs safe behind the bars, and then we'll soon see if Carter's dachshund theory was right." "But who," asked Jane, "is the spy in our navy?
"We have got to run out each road we come to until we reach some shop or garage where the people would be likely to have noticed the Hoffs. They may have stopped somewhere, or we may meet some one coming toward us who will remember having passed them." "It seems like a wild-goose chase," said Jane, "but I suppose there is nothing else to do."
When princes and great lords came into our city, they were ever ready to find lodging in the great and wealthy house of the Im Hoffs; but then she would suffer them to pay court to her, and grant them greater freedom than becomes the decent honor of a Nuremberg citizen's hearth.
"Let me know as soon as he arrives," said Fleck curtly, turning away from the 'phone. He was more perplexed than ever. What could have happened? Where was young Hoff with the motor? Where was Jane Strong? Why had she disappeared after Dean had been hurt? How had she vanished? The Hoffs' affairs had assuredly taken a new and bothersome turn, over which Fleck sat puzzling many minutes.
"Without any evidence without trying them?" questioned Jane. "Without trial, yes without evidence, no; but in the case of these Hoffs we have evidence enough to stand them both up and shoot them." "Have you learned more?" she asked quickly. "Is Frederic, too, involved with his uncle?" He shot an appraising glance at her.
"Yes, Fleck," he answered, "who is this?" "Dean speaking," came the voice faintly. "Dean," cried Fleck, excitedly, "yes, yes. What is it, Dean?" He had not expected to hear any results from the expedition that Dean and Jane Strong had undertaken until late in the afternoon after the Hoffs returned.
Now, as I toiled up the steep turret-stair, after flying, yesterday, up the matted steps of the wealthy house of the Im Hoffs, meseemed that the two men's lives had been like to these staircases, and, young as I was, I nevertheless could say to myself that the humbler man's steep stair, which of late he could not mount without much panting, led up to a higher and brighter home than the wide steps of the rich merchant's palace.
Every Christmas all my grand-uncle's kith and kin, or so many of them as were on good terms with him, assembled in the great house of the Im Hoffs.
Devoutly she wished that she might awake and find that it was all a terrible mistake, a hideous unreality, and that the "Friends of the Air" were not in any way associated with the Hoffs. Yet her reason told her it must all be true, terribly, infamously true, and that he was one of them, perhaps the leader of them.
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