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"Maybe it's the sign of some secret society like the Black Hand, or the Ku Klux Klan, or something like that." "Still I can't understand why they should send a warning to Mr. Wernberg if he is a member of the gang." "It may not have been a warning," said Hugh. "Perhaps it was just a message of some kind or another." "Then why should Frank have been so scared when he saw it?" "Don't ask me.
"Heinrich is working with Mr. Wernberg. You ought to see the pile of money he has been paid already." "Why, Bob," exclaimed Mr. Cook amazedly. "I think you must be mistaken." "He just told us himself," said Bob. "He said Mr. Wernberg was a fine man and one of the few who knew right from wrong." "How did he happen to tell you all this?" Bob related the circumstances to his father.
"Yes, indeed," said Heinrich quickly. "For twelve years I been one." "You're all right," exclaimed Bob heartily. "If all Germans were as loyal as you I wouldn't have this black eye right now." "A German hit you?" "He ought not to be a German, but he is," said Bob bitterly. "Who was it?" "I won't tell you. What's the use?" "It was Frank Wernberg," said Heinrich.
"Is that a true story?" exclaimed Bob in amazement. "The man in whose house it happened told it to father," said Hugh. "It only goes to show that you can't be too careful. I wouldn't be too sure about Heinrich and Lena if I were you. The Germans are a bad lot and I suspect them all." "Perhaps," said Bob. "Still Heinie and Lena are different." "They may be tools of Mr. Wernberg for all you know."
"No, I only hear you talking. Then I fire one shot to give you a scare." "And you almost blew Bob's head off," added Hugh. "I tried to shoot high," said Heinrich. "Then I hurry away to tell Mr. Wernberg that I had two of the plotters caught. When I was gone I guess one of the plotters came there and you had a fight with him." "The fake detective," exclaimed Bob.
Karl Wernberg is his full name and he's one of the worst of the Germans; he used to be an officer in the German army, I understand." "What do you mean 'he's one of the worst of the Germans'?" asked Harold. "Why, the way he talks against the United States and for Germany. He's made all his money here, too." "What's his business?" "Some kind of chemicals, I believe."
Wernberg was a member of a gang that was plotting against the United States. In his heart he felt sure he was guilty. On the other hand if the fake detective was not equally guilty he would be surprised. Certainly no man would disguise himself in that way who had honorable motives.
Besides he had a police officer in the car with him and knew that he was safe. In an incredibly short time he pulled up in front of the hospital. Two orderlies were summoned, and soon Mr. Wernberg, placed on a stretcher, was being carried into the building.
Wernberg locked himself in, do you?" "I shouldn't think he would," Mr. Cook admitted. "But if he didn't do it, who did? That's what I'd like to know." "Mr. Wernberg wasn't the only man in the house, you know," said Bob. "Who else was there?" "Didn't Hugh and two of the detectives chase another man?" "Yez mean the fake detective?" asked Sergeant Riley. "I do." "But wasn't he in the same gang?
Wernberg had been injured accidentally as Sergeant Riley had explained. At all events Lena was hurrying along through the crowd and Bob's task was to follow her. His father was watching Heinrich and it would never do for Bob to let his quarry escape him. Lena followed the main street for several squares. The crowd was still thick, but Bob kept his eyes on her.
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