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"This man is Heinrich Strauss," continued Miller quietly. "One of the most expert electricians and telegraph operators in Germany. He could be described as an electrical genius." "His work shows that," acknowledged Chief Connor. A slight stir in the doorway caused Heinrich to turn, and he smiled evilly at sight of Kathleen and Miss Kiametia Grey.
Round after round of hearty applause greeted the announcement, and as it died out the two successful candidates for first and second place in the organization stepped to the platform. But after expressing her thanks, Miss Kiametia again resumed her seat among the members, while Mrs. Whitney took up the duties of presiding officer.
"At least I don't think we can," and her sharp glance roved inquiringly about the room. "What was Sinclair Spencer doing in that elevator?" "Going downstairs," hazarded the Senator, "or up." "Or waiting." "Eh?" Foster shot a quick look at her. "Waiting? What for?" "That is what we have to discover," and Miss Kiametia sat back and folded her hands. "Yours is hardly a reasonable supposition.
"Now, don't have me on your mind; come home early," and she returned his kiss and went slowly back into the drawing-room, as the front door closed after her father. "We are going up to my boudoir, Kathleen; won't you come, dear?" asked Mrs. Whitney. "Not just now, mother; I want to talk to Vincent when he gets the table cleared away." "I envy you, Vincent," chimed in Miss Kiametia.
Should she not take them to Miss Kiametia? Suppose Henry, for instance, should take it into his head to examine them? At the thought Kathleen's face hardened, and she returned to pick up Miss Kiametia's property. Henry's voice from the doorway arrested her. "Captain Miller," he announced, and retired. Kathleen stood as if carved from stone, every vestige of color stricken from her.
Put on this pretty dressing-gown," and Miss Kiametia picked it up from the couch. "You help her into it, Minna, while I go and get Randall," and not waiting for a reply she whisked out of the room, returning a few minutes later with Senator Foster. "I am here under the doctor's order," explained Kathleen, taking his proffered hand, after he had greeted Mrs. Whitney. "Won't you sit down?"
"'Over the garden wall," quoted Whitney laughing. "No, no, Kiametia. Wave the bloody shirt, but don't try to scare us with a straw man." "Straw or not, the Kaiser is the world's bogy man. He has taught us a lesson in preparedness which this country will be slow to imitate." "Uncle Sam is a good disciplinarian but a poor student," acknowledged Whitney, fingering the table ornaments nervously.
"Where are you going?" as she moved forward. "Remember, what I told you was confidential." "Trust me," and with a most undignified wink, Miss Kiametia sailed down upon Mrs. Whitney and Captain Miller. "You can't escape me," she said to the latter, as he rose on her approach. "You must come and be victimized." "In what way?" "By my latest fad palmistry.
"The officers will be given their old rank," continued Spencer. "In the meantime they will have gained most valuable experience." "There is really no prospect now of a war with Mexico." As she spoke Kathleen looked anxiously across at Miss Kiametia, but her hostess showed no disposition to give the signal for rising.
You were perfectly safe there, and I had Connor detail an operative to see that Heinrich did not torment you." "What will become of Baron von Fincke?" "Chief Connor and the State Department will handle his case. Connor told me he found the Baron's next door neighbor a man named Frank Lutz...." "Mercy, his wife's a member of the Sisters in Unity!" ejaculated Miss Kiametia.
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