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Updated: July 10, 2025
You must observe everything closely, be able to put two and two together and use your common sense. Do you know the Hoffs by sight?" "Only by sight." "They live in the next apartment on your floor, do they not?" "Yes. Young Mr. Hoff's bedroom is the room next to mine." "Good," cried Mr. Fleck. "Can you hear anything from the next apartment, any conversations?" "No, only muffled sounds."
The superintendent of your building is a German-American and we dare not trust him, and there is no vacant apartment that we can rent. We have been watching the Hoffs from the outside as best we could. Carter, who has had charge of the shadowing, accidentally happened to overhear you give your address. He had procured a list of the tenants and remembered the location of your apartment.
The trade of the Im Hoffs' was to be sure of great money value; but by my grand-uncle's will we might not touch it for twenty years. Likewise Master Holzschuher pointed out to us by many an example how wrong it would be, and in especial at this very time, to sell landed estate at any price, that is to say at about one-third of its real worth.
"And don't forget," warned Jane, "that the Hoffs are coming up this evening. At least young Mr. Hoff told me this morning that he was going away this evening. That makes two more on the other side." "And one of them," muttered Fleck, "a mighty dangerous man."
"He said to tell Miss Strong that he had called." "Then he didn't suspect you." "Isn't there danger, though, that he may come up to the Hoff apartment?" Dean sprang to the window and looked out at the street below. "No, there he goes up the street. He evidently did not try to see if the Hoffs were at home. That's funny." "Why funny?"
The mere fact of his coming so regularly to the Hoffs convicted him of treachery, in Jane's mind. What proper business could an American naval officer have in the home of two German agents? The excuse that Frederic Hoff was a delightful and entertaining friend was entirely too flimsy and unsatisfactory.
Where was Jane Strong? In the answer to that question, he decided at length, lay the crux of the whole situation. For more than two hours Thomas Dean and Jane had been vainly circling about West Point on their motorcycle, striving to pick up some clue that would put them once more on the trail of the Hoffs' car.
He had stolen into the courtyard to hold a tryst with the fair daughter of the master-weigher in the Im Hoffs' house of trade, and the loving pair, in their fear of the master, had not answered his call, but had crept behind the baggage.
She ransacked her brain, trying to remember some acquaintance who might be likely to know the Hoffs, but failed utterly to recall any one. She reviewed all possible means of getting acquainted but could find none that seemed practical. Never in her life had she spoken to a man without having been introduced to him except of course to Carter and Mr.
They dared not shout or try to detain the boat. That surely would betray to the Hoffs that they were being followed. Despondently Dean clambered off the motorcycle and crossed to read a placard on the ferryhouse. "There's not another boat for half an hour," he said when he returned. "They have gained that much on us."
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