Espionage, German -- United States -- Fiction; Germans -- United States -- Fiction; Spy stories
A moment more and Dixie Mason's little car was speeding toward Fifth
Avenue, defying all law in general and policemen in particular in her
mad haste to reach the house Von Papen had entered.
She slowed down at the corner where she had stopped before and pointed
to the house. She spoke in a low voice and directed her speech at
Stewart. "In that house there, they are working the wireless!"
Grant jumped to the sidewalk. He gave his directions in low tones.
Dixie watched them seek for admittance at the door. She watched them
open the iron barred gate and then with a splintering crash force their
way into the house. She saw the butler that blocked their path fall
under someone's heavy blow. And then they disappeared into the darkness
of the gloomy reception hall.
Grant and his men strode to the panelled doorway opening into the great
room in which Dr. Albert received his guests and where the conferences
of the German plotters were held. From behind the heavy doors came the
crackle and splutter of a wireless apparatus.
Under the strength of the three men the doors burst inward. Inside of
the room, two men working the wireless rushed vainly toward the French
windows for escape, only to find themselves pinioned and helpless in
the handcuffs slipped on them by Grant and his operatives.
Cavanaugh and Stewart soon dismantled the wireless equipment and put
out of commission forever one of Germany's most dangerous weapons in
America, but Grant watching them knew that it was but one of many and
that for every blow thus dealt a dozen plots would spring up elsewhere.
While this evil festered in their midst the eyes of the Secret Service
must never close.
He left the operatives on guard and turned toward the street with his
captives.
"Good man--that fellow who brought us here," he mused as they stepped
out on the stone doorstep. "He's worth a special report to the Chief.
If it hadn't been for him--"
He stopped. Where the racer with its hooded, gauntletted driver had
been was vacancy! His mysterious informant was gone!
CHAPTER VIII
THE KAISER'S DEATH MESSENGER--ROBERT FAY
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