The departures of vessels from every port, the nature of their cargoes; the sailings of transports and the number of troops; the conditions in all the munitions plants and cantonments; the state of mind of the millions of workers and idlers throughout the land; the very _thoughts_ of the people in control of the country's affairs, it would seem. Everything! Everything was known to this resourceful clique. They were the backbone of the unrest, the uneasiness, the scepticism that swept the land. Their agents, loyal unto death, were everywhere. The secrets of sea, land and air were theirs. They could buy,--buy anything they wanted with the wealth that was theirs for the asking. Information came to them and commands were issued by them in a thousand different ways, but never in circumstances that invited suspicion. A casual meeting on the street; the passing of the time of day; a hand-shake in restaurant or club; brief and seemingly innocuous exchanges of pleasantries at the theatre; perfunctory contact with stenographers, employes, and customers in the course of a day; thus, under the eyes of all observers the secret word was given and received. With these men no word was written, no visible message was exchanged. And the German language was never spoken. “Trains from the West are all late,” said one of the late arrivals, an elderly, grey-whiskered man. “Rhine did not get in from Chicago till nearly eleven. It was imperative that I should see him before coming here, gentlemen.” “Well?” demanded Thorsensel. “He says the time is not yet ripe. He has studied the situation, has had reports from many sources. It is too soon. A partial success would be far worse than a total failure. He is very positive. '7 “All right,” said Thorsensel crisply. The matter was thus summarily disposed of. He did not believe in wasting time or words. He turned, with a questioning look, to the other prosperous-looking citizen. “He died very suddenly last night,” said that worthy, responding to the unspoken query. Thorsensel nodded his head with lively satisfaction. “Anything else?” “That young fellow we were speaking of the other day dropped in at the store this morning. He appears to be interested in a very good-looking shop-girl on the second floor. I don't know how many pairs of gloves he has bought of her in the past few weeks.” “I know, I know,” impatiently. “Miss Group.” “We're making no mistake about this fellow, are we, Elberon?” demanded Zimmerlein. “No,--absolutely no. Ill stake my life on him.” “Go on,” said Thorsensel curtly. “The British and French Commission sails tomorrow on the _Elston_. There is no question about it. He had it from the same source that reported their arrival last month.” “Martin, see that this information is on the wing immediately,” said Thorsensel. “We may accept it as authentic.”