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Hal smiled. "Where you will never get it, I hope," he replied quietly. General Rentzel strode forward with a shout. "They are spies! Seize them, men!" he cried. Hal's right arm shot out and the chief of the German secret service sprawled on the floor. "To the stairs!" Hal cried to McKenzie. The Canadian needed no urging.
Rentzel, it is known, proved an excellent Drill-sergeant; had good talents every way, and was a man of probity and sense. He played beautifully on the flute too, and had a cheerful conversible turn; which naturally recommended him still farther to Fritz; and awoke or encouraged, among other faculties, the musical faculty in the little Boy.
"Father believes in making himself comfortable." General Rentzel had not arrived yet, but he put in an appearance a few moments later. He manifested no surprise at sight of his son, but he eyed Hal askance. "I thought you young fellows had gone to look about the city," he said. "No, sir," replied his son. "I invited. Herr Block here to see you, sir." "You did? Why?"
"Neither is it any wonder that our agents have been so successful in America, considering names like that." "I should say not, sir," returned Hal grim. General Rentzel returned the book to his safe, closed the heavy iron door and twirled the knob. "What do you say, sir?" he demanded, as he resumed his seat. For a moment Hal seemed to hesitate. Then he said: "I accept on one condition, sir."
The purpose was to introduce Hal, Chester and McKenzie to General Rentzel, chief of the secret service, and his son, Frederick. Besides these two guests of honor there were present the German minister of foreign affairs and one or two other high diplomats. The boys were in distinguished company and they knew it. True to her word, Mrs.
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