Capper pressed home his point. "I just want you to keep that in mind, General, while I talk. Just remember I'm English--and loyal." The governor nodded impatiently. Capper leaned far over the desk, and began in an eager whisper: "General, remember Cook--that chap in Rangoon--the polo player?" The other looked blank. "Haven't forgotten him, General? How he lived in Burma two years, mingling with the English, until one day somebody discovered his name was Koch and that he was a mighty unhealthy chap to have about the fortifications. Surely----" "Yes, I remember him now. But what----" "There was Hollister, too. You played billiards in your club with Hollister, I fancy. Thought him all right, too--until a couple of secret-service men walked into the club one day and clapped handcuffs on him. Remember that, General?" The commander exclaimed snappishly that he could not see his visitor's drift. "I'm just refreshing your memory, General," Capper hastened to reassure. "Just reminding you that there isn't much difference between a German and an Englishman, after all--if the German wants to play the Englishman and knows his book. He can fool a lot of us." "Granted. But I don't see what all this has to do with----" "Listen, General!" Capper was trembling in his eagerness. "I'm just in from Alexandria--came on the _Princess Mary_. There was an Englishman aboard, bound for Gib. Name was Captain Woodhouse, of the signal service." "Quite right. What of that?" General Crandall looked up suspiciously. "Have you seen Captain Woodhouse, General?" "Not a half hour ago. He called to report." "Seemed all right to you--this Woodhouse?" Capper eyed the other's face narrowly. "Of course. Why not?" "Remember Cook, General! Remember Hollister!" Capper warned. General Crandall exploded irritably: "What the devil do you mean? What are you driving at, man?" The little spy leaped to his feet in his excitement and thrust his weasel face far across the desk. "What do I mean? I mean this chap who calls himself Woodhouse isn't Woodhouse at all. He's a German spy--from the Wilhelmstrasse--with a number from the Wilhelmstrasse! He's on the Rock to do a spy's work!" [Illustration: "He's a German spy."] "Pshaw! Why did Brussels let you go?" General Crandall tipped back in his seat and cast an amused glance at the flushed face before him. Capper shook his head doggedly. "I'm not drunk, General Crandall. I'm so broke I couldn't get drunk if I would. So help me, I'm telling God's truth. I got it straight----" Capper checked his tumult of words, and did some rapid thinking. How much did he dare reveal! "In Alexandria, General--got it there--from the inside, sir. Koch is the head of the Wilhelmstrasse crowd there--the same Cook you knew in Rangoon; he engineered the trick. The wildest dreams of the Wilhelmstrasse have come true. They've got a man in your signal tower, General--in your signal tower!"