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And now that he knows just how it feels, he has an office down on the docks where he's getting the stokers and dockers together getting them ready for a strike on your beloved harbor." "Joe Kramer," said Eleanore quietly. Sue gave a sudden, nervous start. "Eleanore," she severely rejoined, "sometimes you're simply uncanny the way you quietly jump at a thing!"
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.
"I'll call you out myself if you have the nerve to talk back!" hissed Kramer. "Is licking cowards your specialty?" demanded Prescott coolly. But that settled it, making a coming fight with Kramer an absolute necessity, now. "Mr. Kramer," interrupted Mr. Edwards sternly, "this has gone far enough. You must stop hectoring that plebe, sir. He has all he can attend to as it is."
Beyond these Barney could see no likenesses to himself; yet they were sufficient, he realized, to have deceived any who might have compared one solely to the printed description of the other. At the doorway Kramer halted, motioning Barney within. "It will be better if you talk with him alone," he said. "I am sure that before both of us he will admit nothing."
They were hunched over their cups, not talking. I wondered where they stood. Mannion, Communications Officer, was neurotic, but an old Armed Force man. Discipline meant a lot to him. Kirschenbaum, Power Chief, was a joker, with cold eyes, and smarter than he seemed. The question was whether he was smart enough to idealize the stupidity of retreat now. Kramer walked in, not wasting any time.
They were all wearing needlers. At least they'd learned that much, I thought. Kramer moved forward. "We feel that the question of the men's welfare has to be dealt with right away, Captain," he said smoothly. I looked at him coldly, glanced at the rest of his crew. I said nothing. "What we're faced with is pretty grim, even if we turn back now.
I couldn't find anything on him to indicate who he was, so just as he was beginning to revive I left him and came on home. It seems old Otto had been watching him trail me. He followed along and shot the man. He gleefully told me about it the next day, the hound. I ought to have given him over to the police, but that would have upset our plans." "I see," said Jane; "what about Lieutenant Kramer?
"Cap'n, I could fire your missiles now, if you was to want me to," he was saying. I struggled to speak. "No. Wait." I hoped he heard me. I floated a long time in a strange state between coma and consciousness. The stuff Kramer had given me was potent. It kept my mind fairly clear even when my senses were out of action. I thought about the situation aboard my ship.
"But I had to trust to footwork to save myself. Mr. Spurlock got nearly all my wind in that other round." "Is your wind in again?" asked Greg anxiously. "Yes; I think I feel as fine as my man does," replied Dick, stepping up from the care of his handlers to await the command. "Isn't Mr. Kramer the brute?" whispered Anstey indignantly.
Fortunately she had been to functions on several of the war vessels, so that she might find a loop-hole if he was too insistent on details. "Indeed, Miss Strong," said Kramer, gallantly pretending to recall her, "I'm delighted to see you again. I've been intending to come to see you for ever so long, but you understand how busy we are now. In fact, it was business that brought me here to-day.
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