Espionage, German -- United States -- Fiction; Germans -- United States -- Fiction; Spy stories
"Quick. Upstairs and if you find anyone at the other end kill him
before he has a chance to utter a word of what he has heard tonight,"
he ordered and then led the way to the stairs leading to the upper
floors, a drawn automatic revolver in hand.
Koenig quickly traced the wires to the office room of an untenanted
loft in a building adjoining the Hohenzollern Club. The door of the
room was locked but gave way easily to the burly shoulders of Koenig.
Matches quickly showed conditions which caused a general sigh of
relief. Three chairs in the room, the table, the floor and every piece
of furniture was covered with undisturbed dust, thick enough to be the
accumulation of weeks.
"No one has been in here in months," said Boy-Ed, running his hand over
the table and holding it up besmirched.
"Here are newspapers five months old," announced Von Lertz, picking up
several from a corner and shaking the dust from them that he might read
the date lines.
The evidence that this plotting of the evening could not have been
overheard by the use of the dictograph was so conclusive that they
stayed in the musty smelling room but a few seconds and then returned
to the more comfortable quarters of the club room they had left so
hurriedly. With the portrait of the Kaiser once more restored to its
accustomed place, Von Papen delivered the final instructions.
"Boy-Ed, you will accompany me to Washington so that we can be with
Count Von Bernstorff as surety to him that we are taking no active
part. Koenig you stick closely to your accustomed business. Von Lertz
you will go to Buffalo and assume charge. For the sake of precautions
take Baroness Verbecht, Madam Stephan and Miss Mason with you. I have
suggested Miss Mason because of the impression she has made upon the
lucky whelp Harrison Grant, president of the Criminology Club. If he
should happen to appear anywhere on the scene, a thing which it not
unlikely, due to his infernal luck in being wherever he can harm us
most, Miss Mason must do anything to keep him away from the canal the
night of the day after tomorrow. The Baroness and Madam can care for
any other men who are too intrusive. Ten o'clock of the second night
from tonight is the hour for the destruction of the canal. We will
be awaiting word of your success at the Imperial German Embassy in
Washington. Good-night."
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