"Imperial Germany only begins its real deviltry after it's been blocked!" said Harrison Grant. "It's first and second line of offences have already failed in this campaign against the 'longshoremen. But you can count on it, Billy, that there's a reserve somewhere--and that the blow is going to fall and fall quick! Get to a telephone as quickly as you can! Notify every member of the Criminology Club to seek work at the docks as 'longshoremen. Tell them to keep their eyes and ears open for everything that sounds like German propaganda!" "Nothing there that will tell what they're planning?" "No--only the indication that they are planning something and that they'll keep on working in spite of the death of this man. What they intend to do is for us to find out--and we've got to find out quick! So hurry to the telephone. The docks are open day and night now, you know. Every member who can spare the sleep must find employment tonight. The rest of them will get jobs in the morning--we'll work in day and night shifts!" But even as Harrison Grant gave the order, Heinric von Lertz was laying his plans for the first blow, as he talked to a furtive eyed spy in the back room of a Hoboken saloon. "Here's the number of the lighter," he was saying. "I just got it from one of Paul Koenig's men. It will leave the Jersey side about 10 o'clock in the morning." "Got the number of the freight cars?" "The ones that contain the autos? Yes." "Better give them to me. I can trace the stuff better that way. That lighter might make another load with something else. Don't guess it makes much difference though--just so we sink some stuff." "Except," said Heinric von Lertz, "if we can strike a double blow, it's all the more to our advantage. A hundred and fifty auto ambulances laying at the bottom of the river won't do France any good, you know. So sink these cars if you possibly can." Von Rintelen also was busy in his scheme of destruction. Far down in the lower end of New York, the arch-plotter, his hand covering his face as he talked, to prevent recognition by any possible roving Secret Service man or detective, his eyes moving constantly, his whole, hunted being nerved and ready for instant escape, had sought out the German foreman of one of the largest docks in New York and was giving him orders in the name of Imperial Germany. "First of all," he was asking, "who am I--in case you are caught?" "Gates is the only name I know." "You don't know any address?" "No." "Good. Remember--if forced to it, Germany expects you to confess and to submit to the punishment. But we who direct you must be protected! Understand?" "I am a German reservist," answered the foreman. Rintelen bobbed his head slightly at the assertion. Then he leaned closer. "Are your men experienced in the loading of a ship?" "No--I've been working with practically new crews for the last three or four weeks." "None of them are especially sharp--as concerns the right and wrong way of loading?"