Grace Harlowe with the American Army on the RhineChase, Josephine
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Grace Harlowe with the American Army on the Rhine
Chase, Josephine
Rhine River -- Juvenile fiction; War stories; World War, 1914-1918 -- Juvenile fiction
“It may be. I should advise that the building be closely watched, even
to the extent of hiding watchers in the cellar, but you must be very
careful. Personally I hope you do not catch any one to-night, nor for
several nights, until I have completed my work. Of course I don’t mean
that you are to let a building burn down,” added Grace smilingly. “Are
you quite certain of Miss Marshall?”
“Yes! No doubt at all about her.”
Grace told him of what she had heard and seen on the other side of the
Rhine when she was on her way across to the American lines.
“Thank you!” he exclaimed after a brief reflection over what she told
him, but offered no further comment on the subject of the woman who
appeared to Grace to be playing a double game. “How long do you believe
it will take you to gather in the ends of the clues you have? I take it
that is what you mean?”
“That is it exactly, sir. Perhaps a day or two; perhaps longer. If
I make as much headway in the next twenty-four hours as I have done
in the last, I may be able to close my case in less time. Please be
careful how you communicate with me and never do so at my billet. What
do you know about Doctor Klein, my landlord? I wish to be certain about
what sort of a house I am living in. You see Miss Briggs and I being
alone makes some difference.”
The captain chuckled and stroked his chin, Grace regarding him
solemnly. The Intelligence officer understood in a way why she asked
the question.
“He is one of the finest Germans I know, Mrs. Gray, and that is much
for me to say about a Hun. I might say considerably more, but I am
going to let you work out your own problem. You will be surprised when
you get yourself set straight on this matter.”
“Thank you. I am sure I do not know what you mean. I will report
as soon as I have something further of a definite nature for you,”
promised Grace, rising to go to her work.
“Do you need assistance?”
“No, thank you. There are too many persons mixed up in this affair
already.”
“Clever woman! If you wish anything, let me know.”
“Well, sir, so long as you have made the offer, I do need some
assistance. If convenient I should like the loan of an auger.”
“A what?”
“Auger, sir, to bore holes with.”
“Are you in earnest?”
“I am, sir. I wish one about two inches in diameter if I can get it,
but if not I can use a smaller one. I should like to have a saw, but I
fear I cannot use it to advantage.”
“Are you thinking of building a house?” questioned the officer
whimsically.
“No, sir, but I am going to partially tear down one. When may I have
it?”
“Now. I will order it, or shall I send it to the canteen?”
“Neither, I think,” decided Grace after refection. “I think I shall
have some one call for it. Please see that it is well wrapped so
that no one can tell from the appearance of the package what is in
it. Good morning, sir. I must return to the canteen or I shall be in
difficulties,” she added laughingly, and saluting, walked out without
another word.
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