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Show S p - - 1 m I ,Kr 1 .k. wi. t 1 ' - - . Based on the drama of J&CS 1 IUiiglstp pitpp Roic 1 m amS JLi. liVbVVsLL JJ JLJLL "UNDERCOVER" M CopyriBm.1910.By TheM.c.ulay Cornp.ny "IT PAYM ADVERTISE" CHAPTER XIX. Continued. 14 "What a delightful triangle we present!" pre-sent!" Streetman remarked with a nasty smile. He adopted the pose of forgettlug the revolver In Captain Redmond's Red-mond's hand. And he moved, tentatively, tenta-tively, to see what would happen. He found out quickly. "I wouldn't move if I were you," Larry told him sharply. "No?" Streetman inquired with a sarcastic smile. "Permit me to point out that when someone enters this room " ' "When someone does, if you say one word, or do one thing, I'll kill you so help me God I will!" Larry promised him. But the threat was far from alarming alarm-ing the fellow. "Afterward, you and the lady will follow me," he pointed out to his enemy. "Perhaps!" Larry granted. "But you'll go first Remember that! If they find me In this uniform, I'm done for anyhow, so I've nothing to lose. . Ton have. You don't want to die. You're a coward or you wouldn't have treated her like that cheated, robbed her!" "It was a way to serve my country and my country Is above all. For nothing noth-ing else do I care," he announced piously. His hypocritical answer roused Ethel to Ineffable scorn. "Why, he Isn't a German!" she 6wffed. "He's a Russian In the German Ger-man pay." ' "A Russian, eh?" said Larry. "What If I am?" Streetman retort-' retort-' ed. "I am loyal to Germany." "So you're a traitor, too a traitor to your own country!" Larry taunted him. "A renegade! Why, yon're a disgrace dis-grace even to that uniform. You've got a yellow streak, Strassman, and that's what'll save us." The telephone sergeant stepped in-s'de in-s'de the door, in obedience to Larry's late command. Streetman was between be-tween the fellow and Larry. And the soldier did not see Captain Redmond's revolver. "It Is fifteen minutes " he began. But Streetman gave him no time to finish. fin-ish. "Sergeant!" he exclaimed eagerly. "Remember, you go first!" Larry warned him in an- undertone. And to the "noneom" he said, "You've interrupted inter-rupted us, sergeant on some Important business. There have been do messages." mes-sages." The sergeant saluted and retired. "Yes, Captain Karl!" he had said as he turned. "So you are Captain Karl!" Street-man Street-man gasped. He wondered what further fur-ther revelations would take place. "Now hand over your military papers!" pa-pers!" Larry ordered him. "I will not!" "Yes, you will! A German would rather die than betray his country to the enemy; but you're not a 3erman, yon dirty coward! You're not man enough to stand up and take your medicine. Come on!" After that Streetman reached for his papers. But Larry stopped him suddenly. sud-denly. He reflected that possibly the fellow carried another revolver. "No, on second thought, I'll get 'em myself," he said. And he quickly appropriated ap-propriated Streetman's treasured documents. doc-uments. Among them he found a map of the British lntrenchments. "You've marked Trench 27!" Larry exclaimed. "What mischief have you afoot for Trench 27?" Streetman dived for Larry then. Bnt Captain Redmond was ready for him. He threw the unhappy rascal "to a chair. And thereupon Street-. Street-. man thought , better of his intentions. . Handing the revolver to Ethel, Larry bade her keep their prisoner covered. And then the resourceful Irishman proceeded pro-ceeded to bind his captive. When someone comes In to find me "ke this, what do you think will happen hap-pen to you?" Streetman snarled. "Nothing!" was the captain's blithe answer. "For I'll be proving with my own English papers I'll say I found on you, that you're tn English spy, and pat I captured you for the fatherland." father-land." "Yon dog!" the other cried. He was "joroughiy alarmed now, as he saw the Plausibility of the Irishman's ruse. "'T best you don't talk too much, 'tier," Larry cautioned him humor-"Dsly. humor-"Dsly. De proceeded to gag the nepless man. Then, to Ethel's surprise, sur-prise, no less than the renegade Rus-ans. Rus-ans. he opened the trapdoor and wagged Streetman, whom he bad tied. eated, to the chair, across the room wward the stairs that led to the wine wiar. It was only a few seconds' work w 'ower his victim to the bottom of the short flight. As tue chnir bumped from stop to stop, Larry could not refrain re-frain from a parting jest " 'TIs many a long day, I'll warrant, since you rode in a jaunting car," he remarked. CHAPTER XX. Little Jeanne Squares Account!. With the venomous Streetman safely disposed of. Captain Redmond swiftly shuffled through the packet of papers ho had filched from the fellow. "Ahl Hla pass!" be exclaimed Joyously. Joy-ously. And then he gave an exclamation exclama-tion of surprise. "A copy of their orders!" or-ders!" he exulted. "The whole plan against the British army!" Larry said breathlessly as be scanned one of the documents. "The crown prince Is to march against Paris while Von Kluck is flanking us from Tournay and Le Cateau. If they succeed, it will clear the road to Paris. ... Do you see what it means?" he asked Ethel. "It means everything If we can only let the British know," 6he answered. "Now take his car that's outside you must know how to drive It" Larry said. "His pass will get you through to Tourville." "Oh, Larryl Come with me!" She could not bear the thought of leaving him. "The pass says 'For bearer!' 'TIs no good for two. I'd not get twenty yards till I was stopped. . . . You must go alone for England!" he urged her. "Then I've got to," she said. "That's the brave girl!" he praised her warmly. "And listen! At Tourville Tour-ville go to the mayor's house. Walt for me. Somehow tonight under cover of darkness I'll manage to get there to you, and there we'll find the English lines together. . . . Now, hurry!" he added. "For every second counts for England." There was no time even for the shortest goodby. But Ethel took one fleeting look Into his honest loving eyes. Then he opened the door for her and she left him. Captain Redmond, as he turned away from the door that shut even the view of her departure away from him, found that the German sergeant had slipped in by means of another entrance. en-trance. Larry told him there had been no messages, and a look of vast relief came over the gallant Irishman's face a . he heard the cough of a motor starting start-ing outside. There followed the notes of a horn, which grew rapidly fainter. And he knew then that Ethel bad made her escape unhindered. "Do you know whloh is my room?" h asked the sergeant The fellow told him; and Larry was on the point of leaving him when Lieutenant Lieu-tenant Baum brought word that Major von Brenig wished to see Captain Karl at once. "Any news, sergeant?" the lieutenant lieuten-ant inquired, after Larry had gone. "None, Herr Lieutenant" "What is that?" Bjium asked presently. pres-ently. A curious, persistent tapping caught their attention, coming, apparently, appar-ently, from beneath their feet "Why it Is the code!" the sergeant exclaimed. "What does It say?" Baum continued. contin-ued. The sergeant listened intently, while he spelled out the signal. "Help!" he Interpreted. "Oh It is the woman spy," the lieutenant lieu-tenant said contemptuously. And their interest ceased for the time being. But soon the alert ear of the sergeant beard something that startled him. "It is from one of our men." he declared, de-clared, as the tapping continued. "He has the password." "Then open the door, quickly!" Baum commanded. The sergeant obeyed, and, looking down into the cellar he cried: "Gott In Hlmmel! It Is Herr Captain Strassman, bound and gagged!" In a few moments they had released Streetman. "I was taken at a great disadvantage disadvan-tage and unexpectedly attacked by an Englishman," Streetman told them, in response to their anxious questioning. "Have either of you seen Captain Karl?" "He is with Major von Brenig," Lieutenant Baum replied. A sinister gleam came Into Street-man's Street-man's eyes. "Lieutenant go to Captain Karl at once. Say that someone is here with a message from Tourville," he said. "And as soon as Captain Karl leaves the room, inform Major von Brenig that I" alone, single-handed, have captured cap-tured an English spy." Already Street-man Street-man was gloating over his intended reprisal. re-prisal. Before executing his errand Lieutenant Lieuten-ant Baum at Streetman's request handed his revolver to the spy from the Wilhelmstrasse. "Sergeant send for a military automobile. auto-mobile. Have it come here at once. I have a little matter at Tourville to attend to, personally," Streetman said. As he lay bound In the cellar he had heard almost every word of Larry's Instructions to the pseudo Madame de Lorde. "Your hands up this time!" Street-man Street-man snapped the moment Captain Redmond Red-mond stepped inside the public room of the Lion d'Or. Larry obeyed with lightning alacrity. alac-rity. And he gazed at Streetman open-mouthed. open-mouthed. "How the devil did you get loose?" he asked. , "You are going to die, my friend," the other said. He was in no mood for footless explanations. Essentials were all that Interested him at the moment mo-ment "Well, go ahead, and hurry!" Larry said somewhat bitterly. It was hard to lose, when he had come so near to winning the game. " 'TIs not so pleasant pleas-ant standln' here waitln' for death as you seem to think," he told Streetman. But his enemy was not yet ready. "No, you shall not die as a soldier, but as a spy," be threatened. "I could have shot you as you came in that door, but I wanted to give you a chance." "This is a hell of a chance!" Larry retorted. "At least your Information will never reach the English," Streetman Informed him. "I have sent for a motor mo-tor and I 'shall find the lady of Tourville. Tour-ville. And as you die, I want you to take with you the thought that not only has that lady " What taunt lay upon the fellow's lips Larry never knew. For the moment, Captain Redmond forgot his own danger dan-ger as be caught sight of a small, light figure that crept up behind Street-man. Street-man. It was Jeanne Chrlstophe but not the quaint little Jeanne whom Charlie Brown had known. Pale, Intense, In-tense, silent she stole up to Street-man Street-man like some avenging fate. In her band gleamed a long knife. And it was already raised when Larry gave a smothered shout "Look out Streetman! Look out behind be-hind you!" h- called. But Henry Streetman only smiled complacently. "Oh, that 13 an old trick!" he answered. an-swered. "I do not take my eyes from you." Something stayed Jeanne's band even as it lingered In the air. Perhaps she quailed at the thought of what she was about to do. Perhaps it was that she paused to gloat over her victim. vic-tim. "My God, girl! What are you doing? do-ing? No not like that! Give him a chance!" Larry begged ber. But little Jeanne did not seem to hear him. "Very dramatic!" Streetman said with a contemptuous curl of his lip. He was positive that Larry was shamming. sham-ming. And then Jeanne Chrlstophe struck. With all her strength she sheathed the knife in Streetman's back. - He gave one groan and toppled forward for-ward upon the floor at Larry's feet "What have you done?" Larry cried, horrified at the tragedy. Little Jeanne was quite calm. She was no longer frightened. Something akin to an ecstasy filled her with a strange elation. Her great eyes seemed not to see Captain Redmond. And with her white, pathetic face raised heavenward she said "He killed my father. ... A life for a life! . . . Father, you ara avenged." Larry took one swift look at that figure huddled upon the floor. Street-man Street-man had not moved. "Hurry, girl, hurry I They'll shoot you!" he said. Her answer-filled him with amazement. amaze-ment. "No, m'sleu, they will not," she told him. "Tbey will think you did It. I was there listening. He has sent a soldier to inform them that he has captured cap-tured you, Captain Karl." "And the girl did he tell him about the girl at Tourville?" Larry asked her, while a horrid fear clutched his throat. "No, m'sieu he did not He had sent for an automobile to go there. He would attend to that matter himself." Captain Redmond breathed a prayer of thanksgiving. Ethel was still safe. Jeanne Chrlstophe urged him to hide. But Larry's first thoughts were of the little Belgian girl. Hurriedly he' directed di-rected her to go to Tourville, where Madame de Lorde would aid her. "Tell madame not to wait for me," Larry said, "but to go on alone." Even as he spoke he beard footsteps. "Say I have escaped that I went that way!" he whispered to Jeanne, pointing down the road In the opposite direction from that In which Tourville lay. Then Captain Redmond crouched behind the counter, where Ethel had successfully hidden. When the major and his men found the stricken spy In a heap on the floor Jeanne Chrlstophe explained that as fihe came Into the room another officer had pulled out a knife and stubbed Streetman. The man was not dead. As his friends bent over him he raised himself him-self on his elbow and tried to speak. But be could only mutter a few disconnected dis-connected words. "The English spy? Where did he go?" VontBrenig asked him. By a mighty effort Streetman managed man-aged to answer him. "Tourville!" be said. The German.-! lost no time In calling call-ing out the guard.. They did not Intend In-tend to let their quarry escape. And they at once fushed out of the inn and hurried down the street Finding himself alone in the room, Captain Redmond picked up the telephone tele-phone the instrument that Ethel had tried so unsuccessfully to use. "Hello, hello! This is Courvoisier!" he said to the person who immediately answered him in French. "They're marching by the left fork, at mld-nlghtl" mld-nlghtl" He dropped the telephone then. And he glanced at Streetman, who lay quite still.' "Trench 27 eh?" Larry said reflectively. Already he was altering his plans to suit .the requirements re-quirements of the occasion. Then his hand traveled swiftly to his revolver butt as a German soldier-chauffeur threw open the door and saluted. "What is it?" Larry asked. "An officer here ordered an automobile, auto-mobile, .For whom is it?" "Ah, yes it is for me," Captain Redmond said. He remembered then that Streetman had sent for a car, with the Intention of following Ethel. "To Tourville?" the driver inquired, as they both turned toward the door. "No! To the British lines!" the Irishman answered. He sprang IntP the car. And the driver promptly engaged en-gaged his clutch. "Drive like bell I" Captain Redmond cried. The chauffeur proceeded to follow those instructions so far as his limitations limi-tations would allow him. With muffler wide open, they went tearing up the road. And back there In the Lion d'Or Streetman struggled to rise. Failing that he endeavored to drag himself to the dqpr. But he was not equal to the ordeal. He could only murmur "Stop him! Stop himl" in a weak voice. And since there was none to hear him, he soon ceased his frantic efforts and lay quietly in the middle of the floor. CHAPTER XXI. ! An Interrupted Game of Cards. While the oncoming horde of Ger-meus Ger-meus had been pushing their way through Belgium, smashing forts, burning villages, terrorizing the peace-loving peace-loving inhabitants of that little country, coun-try, the French and English had done what they could to prepare for the impending shock of the Teuton attack. The worst of it was, the Germans were ready, and the allies were not. The British expeditionary force numbered num-bered but a handful of men, compared to the hosts from across the" Rhine. But that "thin red line of 'eroes" only they were uniformed In khaki now set about its superhuman task with bulldog determination. They had swept out as far as they dared to meet the invader. And then they Intrenched In-trenched themselves; and there they waited. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Apples Is Good. The young superintendent of the Endeavor En-deavor society tried to teach each child to say aloud some prayer, even tf it were only a sentence. At first she taught them prayers. Later they were encouraged to -compose their own. One tiny fellow, the son of a poor widow, had his first production ready on a very cold winter day. "Dear Lord, apples is good." That night the mother of the superintendent super-intendent took a basket of apples to the child's home. The boy smiled ra-dlnntly, ra-dlnntly, evidently grateful that his first prayer had been answered. An Indoor Sport. "I never hear Dubson talking about motoring, golf or baseball." "No." "What sort of recreation does he go in for?" "Napa, mostly." |