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"Sit down," said Sprouse quietly. Something in the man's voice and manner struck Barnes as oddly compelling. He hesitated a second and then resumed his seat. "I've been investigating you, Mr. Barnes," said the little man, unsmilingly. "Don't get sore. It may gratify you to know that I am satisfied you are all right." "What do you mean, Mr. Mr. ?" began Barnes, angrily. "Sprouse.
Barnes had not taken his eyes from the face of this amazing rascal during the whole of the recital. He had been deceived in him before; he was determined not to be fooled again. "I don't believe a word of this yarn," he said flatly. "You have the jewels and " "Don't be an ass," snapped Sprouse. "If I had them do you suppose I'd be fiddling around here to-day? Not much.
"Heirs-apparent usually have some sort of a bodyguard, don't they?" Sprouse was staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. He either did not hear the remark or considered it unworthy of notice. When he finally lowered his eyes, it was to favour Barnes with a deep, inscrutable smile. "I dare say the first thing for me to do is to advise the Canadian authorities to keep a sharp lookout along the border."
Up to the point when he actually passed through the window Sprouse could have justified himself by shooting the would-be rescuer. Up to that point, Barnes was of inestimable value to him; after that, well, he had proved that he was capable of taking care of himself. Mr. Dillingford came and pronounced sentence.
He had decided to pool issues with the secret agent, but not until he was convinced that the result of their co-operation would in no way inflict a hardship upon the young woman who had appealed to him for help. He was certain that she was the fair propagandist described by Sprouse. "Is it your intention to lodge him in jail if you succeed in capturing your man, Mr.
Again he stole on ahead, and, as before, the slow, confident, even careless progress of a man ceased as abruptly as that of the comrade who lay helpless in the thicket below. "There are others, no doubt, but they patrol the outposts, so to speak," panted Sprouse as they bound and trussed the second victim. "We haven't much to fear from them. Come on. We are within a hundred feet of the house.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes. She watched him as if fascinated while he opened the bosom of his soft shirt and stuffed the wet shoes inside. "How did you dispose of the man who watches below my window?" she inquired, drawing near. "He has been there for the past three nights. I missed him to-night." "Wasn't he there earlier in the evening?" demanded Sprouse quickly.
"By Jove, I thought it would all be as clear as day to you. Here is your man and also your woman, and the travelling bag full of " "Right you are," interrupted Sprouse. "That is all simple enough. But, my dear Barnes, can you tell me what Mr. Secretary Loeb's real game is? Why has he established himself so close to the Canadian line, and why the mobilisation? I refer to his army of huskies."
He shot a furtive glance around the deserted lobby. "Better not act as though you knew me. That bull is no fool. He doesn't know me, but by this time he knows who you are." "He is trailing Peter Ames." "Ship Peter to-morrow," advised Sprouse promptly.
This happens to be one of the times when it is vitally necessary. This is not child's play or school-boy romance with me. It is business." Barnes was impressed. "Perhaps you will condescend to tell me who you are, Mr. Sprouse. I am very much in the dark." "I am a special agent, but not a spy, sir, of a government that is friendly to yours. I am known in Washington.
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