"Call a taxi and send her home," Von Papen ordered sharply, as Von Lertz rubbed her lifeless wrists. "No, I'll take her home. She will be all right in a moment. Poor little girl, she had a hard day of it yesterday." "But the time!" Von Papen looked at his watch. "You have less than an hour and you must get that 10:20 train, and there are matters to be gone over before you leave." "I'll be back all right. Don't worry," Von Lertz's efforts to bring Dixie back to consciousness were meeting with success. With bewildered eyes she sat up and looked around her, then smiling weakly, she staggered to her feet. "Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized softly, "I don't know what made me do such a silly thing. I must have been tired out from everything I did yesterday. Can you take me home?" Von Lertz smiled down upon her reassuringly as he held her coat for her. Dixie bade Von Papen good-bye, very sweetly and graciously. That Von Papen's farewell was somewhat short and a little impatient was due to the fear lurking in his mind that Von Lertz would not make that 10:20 train. But defying all laws defiable and conforming as little as possible to the inexorable ones, Von Lertz drove Dixie up-town and left her in her apartment a short time later. "And don't worry about me--please," Dixie begged giving him her hand in good-bye, "because I'll be all right. If I don't I'll take a little trip, down south maybe, for a week or two." "I may be out of town myself for a while, so if I don't call----" "I'll understand," Dixie assured him, with perfect verity. "Good-bye." As the door closed behind him, Dixie jumped to her feet with a sudden access of energy. "Goodness. I'll have to hurry like _everything_," she told herself. She sat down at her desk and began to scribble hurriedly on a scrap of paper. Between lines she called to Mamette. "Mamette! Mamette! Where are you? Hurry!" Mamette appeared in the doorway wiping her hands on her apron. "Yes'm, Miss Dixie." "I have just about half an hour. I want you to go down the street in that old second hand store and buy me the articles on this list of clothing." She handed Mamette the list and some money. Mamette seized them and hurried out. Dixie turned again to her desk and scrawled a letter which two hours later was delivered to Harrison Grant at the Criminology Club by special delivery. It added another jot to the mystification which had been lending zest to his life the last few days. The letter read: "Have notified the Chief of German concentration camps along the border preparatory to invasion of Canada. Hold yourself in readiness for a big raid on German headquarters at Exeter. Will keep you informed under name of Randolph Bruce. "Operative 324." Grant turned to his card index of Secret Service operatives and hurriedly skimmed through the file.