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Updated: May 31, 2025
Then she told them what she knew, from the point where she had met Grant on the fire-encircled hill. "Two lucky people two lucky people," was all Transley's comment. Words could not have expressed the jealousy he felt. But Linder was not too shy to place his hand with a friendly pressure upon Grant's shoulder. "Good work," he said, and with two words sealed a friendship.
Linder might have told you of the time his captain found him with his arm crushed under a wrecked piece of artillery, and Grant could have recounted a story of being dragged unconscious out of No Man's Land, but for either to dwell upon these matters only aroused the resentment of the other, and frequently led to exchanges between captain and sergeant totally incompatible with military discipline.
"Ransom shipped the chair to Plymouth Street and from there to Linder's house. He figured out that Linder would put it in his study and do his sitting at the window in it. And you were to know when he was there by seeing his feet in the window, and give the signal when you saw him.
They shook hands with as much cordiality as the situation permitted, and then Zen introduced Transley and Linder, who were in the party. There were two or three others whom she did not know, but they all shook hands. "What happened, Zen?" said Transley, with his usual directness. "Give us the whole story."
Transley always knows what he's doing, and why. Y.D. must be worth a million or so, and the girl is all he's got to leave it to. Besides all that, no doubt she's well worth having on her own account." "Well, I'm sorry for the boss," George replied, with great soberness. "I alus hate to disappoint the boss." "Huh!" said Linder. He knew George Drazk too well for further comment.
As to murderously inclined foes, Mr. Linder disclaimed knowledge of any. The notion that the trombonist had given a signal he derided as an "Old Sleuth pipe-dream." As time went on and "clues" came to nothing, the police had no greater concern than quietly to forget, according to custom, a problem beyond their limited powers.
"I am told that you, Morgan, have some knowledge of the dastardly work of this spy, Franz Linder. Is it so?" asked Captain Trevor suggestively. "Oh, sir!" cried the young fellow, in excitement, "I believe I know what is referred to here by Linder's correspondent, as 'the water-wheel bomb. That is what he blew up the Elmvale dam with!"
The wagons drew up in the yard, and there was a fine jingle of harness as the teamsters quickly unhitched. Y.D. himself approached through the dusk; his large frame and confident bearing were unmistakable even in that group of confident, vigorous men. "Glad to see you, Transley," he said cordially. "You done well out there. 'So, Linder! You made a good job of it.
"I want to know," drawled Average Jones, "how er-you planted the glass bulb er the sulphuric acid bulb, you know in the chair that you sent er to the Honorable William Linder, so that er it wouldn't be shattered by anything but the middle C note of a B-flat trombone?" The man sat down weakly and bowed his face in his hands. Presently he looked up. "I don't care," he said. "Come inside."
The rancher re-filled the glasses, but Transley left his untouched, and Linder did the same. There were business matters to discuss, and it was no fair contest to discuss business in the course of a drinking bout with an old stager like Y.D. "I got to have another thousand tons," the rancher was saying. "Can't take chances on any less, and I want you boys to put it up for me."
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