Klein was not greatly perturbed. In fact, he was very much elated because Posser had told him secretly that he intended making his way into the camp that night in the guise of one of the waiters at the officers’ mess. They all ostensibly went to bed soon after ten o’clock. Mister Haynes went to his room and Klein went to his, though not to sleep. He made himself comfortable and took up a book and began reading. Presently he heard a scraping on his door, and smiled, for it was the agreed-on signal that Posser was stealing out into the night to secure his information. The house was wrapt in sleep at eleven o’clock, and Klein read on. At one o’clock he heard a tap on the door. His room was next to Mister Haynes, and thinking that Posser could not have returned at so early an hour and that it was Haynes who was knocking, he opened the door. And to his amazement and delight, for he saw success shining on his comrade’s honest face, he admitted Posser. “I’ve got it!” whispered our good Posser. “Wait,” said Klein, in the same tone, and kicking off his slippers he went into the corridor, softly opened Haynes’s door and listened. He heard the regular breathing of the reporter, closed the door as softly and came back. “Now tell me,” he said quickly. Posser explained how he had walked boldly into the camp in the darkness, and how he had reached the shed, crawling through the sentries, and had seen “the most remarkable machine that the war has produced.” “It is a triumph, my dear Klein,” he said, his eyes shining, “I have in my head,” he tapped the good, broad German forehead, “the whole construction of this engine. In twelve hours I will give you a drawing and notes which----” “Hush, hush,” said Klein, for in his natural excitement, Posser’s voice had risen. “Here is the rough idea.” Posser rapidly sketched a now familiar shape briefly, outlined with rough squares and oblongs the position of the engine and the guns. “I will keep this,” said Klein. “You must get to work at once, my dear fellow, and give us a more detailed drawing. But first we will drink mutual congratulations.” Klein got out a bottle of champagne, pulled out the cork, and these two fine fellows, true and loyal sons of the Fatherland, drank in a whisper to the destruction of civilization’s enemy--England! Klein accompanied Posser to his room. They pulled down the blinds before they switched on the light. Quickly the drawing pads, the rulers, the T-squares and the compasses were taken out of Posser’s suit-case and arrayed on the table. “Now I will leave you,” said Klein, shook hands heartily with the hero of that night’s adventure and left the room, as he said, without a sound.