"Not exactly," drawled Madam Stephan. "We left them, yes, but only after they had been tucked in bed in a drunken stupor. Both of them are so dead to the world that they would not awaken if they were sleeping on the top of the gates to lock fourteen tonight." "Good, good," once more in good humor. "Everything has gone splendidly. I watched while Arth and Gerson left the hotel through the front entrance with bell boys carrying their suit cases loaded with dynamite. To guard against any suspicion they ordered a car for the railroad station. There another is awaiting them and they will make the canal in good time. Jacobson is still here. He will take out the stuff which is too big for suit cases. A car is awaiting him in the alley. He will go down the fire escape just in time to reach the canal at ten o'clock. The dynamite will have been placed and the wires run. A few seconds later--a muffled report and England will receive but little aid from Canada for many months to come. Is it not well planned?" He paused for a moment to hear the words of praise from the three women, then continued. "Come. You can see from here. Jacobson's things are already on the fire escape." Baroness Verbecht and Madam Stephan crowded close to the window at which Von Lertz was standing, but Dixie Mason remained seated in her chair nervously knotting a bit of string she had found some place. Von Lertz quickly missed her and turned to look at her. "Why you poor child," he said coming to her, "you appear all unstrung. There is not a thing to worry about." "I know there isn't," responded Dixie with a twisted smile, "but it is almost unbelievable to me that at last we have done something without Harrison Grant knowing of it. I feel apprehensive for some reason. Are you sure there is no one in the hallway?" "Why this is most unlike you, Miss Mason," responded Von Lertz. "But come see for yourself and relieve your worry." He threw the door open and gave Dixie's arm a little re-assuring squeeze and she gazed up and down the long empty corridors. "I believe I am making myself nervous with this old string," she said, ruefully casting it from her onto the floor. "At least you know there is no one spying," said the German as he turned back into the room. His voice would have lost the confidence it expressed as he continued to pour assuring words into her ears, if he could have known of a happening in the corridor. Scarcely had he drawn the door shut, when the door of the room across the corridor opened and a bellboy, who a moment before had been crouching inside with his eye at the keyhole, emerged. Stooping quickly to pick up the string which Dixie had thrown away he sped noiselessly down the corridor to the elevators.