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"Mr. Wernberg." "What!" "It certainly was." "I guess your father was right about him then. He said he was a dangerous man, and I guess he is, if he's mixed up with that gang out there." "Well, Frank wouldn't talk the way he does unless he'd heard it at home." "Probably not. Do you suppose they recognized us?" "Suppose they did?" said Bob, carelessly. "We have a right to the road, haven't we?"
"Lena, too, was all right?" demanded Bob. "Certainly," exclaimed Heinrich. "Of course she iss all right. Mr. Wernberg he knew who these plotters were, but he was not able to prove anything about them. He also knew that they were meeting in that old house out in the woods. The night before last he went out there in a big gray roadster to search the house."
Bob swung around just in time to see Frank Wernberg on a bicycle turning into the driveway. He rode a few yards and then suddenly turned around and rode out again. Coming to the street once more he dismounted from his bicycle, and gazed back at the Cooks' house as if he was debating whether he should go in or not.
Wernberg. Because Karl Hoffmann was in love with her he told her lots of things, and it was in that way we got most of our information." "Pretty clever, eh?" exclaimed Sergeant Riley, approvingly. "There's another thing, Heinrich," said Mr. Cook. "Why wouldn't you read what was written on that paper tonight?" Heinrich looked sheepish. "I could not," he said.
"My father thinks we may have trouble with the Germans here in town. If anything starts you can be sure I'm going to get in it if possible." "Say," exclaimed Hugh, "did you see young Frank Wernberg this morning when the principal was making his speech about patriotism?" "No, what was he doing?"
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