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"I should think it would be better to go and see them." "No doubt it would, but somehow I don't like the idea of having to go and talk to Mrs. Wernberg about it. I suppose I'm a coward." "I don't blame you," exclaimed Bob, and after he had returned the car to its place in the garage he came back to the house to wait until his father should have finished the note he was writing.
"You didn't draw it out of the savings bank, did you?" "No," exclaimed Heinrich. "I earn it." "Working for father?" "No, for Mr. Wernberg." "What!" exclaimed Bob, completely taken by surprise. He and Hugh looked at each other in astonishment. This was a new turn of events. "Yes," said Heinrich. "I do some work for Mr. Wernberg; he iss a fine man too." "What was the work?" inquired Bob.
"I didn't know that was his car," said Bob in surprise. "Yes," said Heinrich, "and I was mit him. You and Hugh followed us and we knew it, so to scare you away I took the automobile and brought it home. You see Mr. Wernberg wanted to do it all himself." "We couldn't understand it," muttered Hugh. "To think that you were fooling us all the time, Heinie."
"And don't forget to let us know what Mr. Wernberg has to say." "I won't." They went out and got into the automobile and a few moments later were home again. "After you put away the car, I want you to take a note down to the Wernbergs for me," said Mr. Cook to Bob as he mounted the steps of the house. "To tell them what happened to Mr. Wernberg?" "Yes."
Heinrich had turned away from them and walked off angrily. The combination of Lena and Karl and Mr. Wernberg, had been too much for him to stand apparently. He was mad clear through. "Well," said Bob, when they were outside, "I never would have believed that." "I told you to watch them all," Hugh reminded him. "I know you did, and I guess you were right.
"You confessed, did you, Heinrich?" asked Mr. Cook. He was under the impression that he had confessed in order to save himself, and glad as he was to have the mystery and uncertainty ended he did not like a "tell-tale." "He had nothing to confess," said Riley. "Tell your story, Heinrich." "Well," began Heinrich nervously, "in the first place you all suspected me because I worked for Mr. Wernberg.
Wernberg just as that man did last night." Mr. Cook shook his head slowly. "I don't like that man Wernberg," he said. "Oh, the secret service must be watching him," said Bob. "They seem to be ready for anything," and he related what had taken place in the trolley that morning when he was on his way to school. The telephone rang and Bob answered it to find Hugh Reith on the wire.
"No, I guess any man who hates Mr. Wernberg as much as he does can't be pro-German. Still he was funny about not wanting us at the factory to-night." "I know why that was," exclaimed Bob. "He thinks we're just a couple of kids and would only be in everybody's way." "I guess so," Hugh agreed. "He seemed like a nice fellow all right." "He is, but Heinie doesn't think so.
"We'll have to be awfully careful though; if they ever found out we were following them it might go hard with us." "We'll be careful all right," said Hugh grimly. "Come ahead, we want to be ready to start and they may leave at any time." The two boys walked quickly up the street, taking care to keep on the opposite side from the Wernberg home.
"Feel my head," said Bob, removing his cap. Mr. Cook did so. "Whew!" he exclaimed. "Where did you get that?" Bob related the story of their experiences that morning. Mr. Cook offered no comment until he had finished. "This looks serious," he said at length. "It's too bad you got such a bump from a detective, a man on your own side." "What do you think of our seeing Mr. Wernberg?" asked Hugh. Mr.
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