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Show TT Y Richard Parker I t 1 H J E 1 1 Based on the drarrn ol 7Si A B fI rU HO Roi CoPer Merue if v Xba JL jL VpbJL XL JLJL ''UNDERCOVER" and Co-Author of Copyright, 1916. By The Mietulay Compiny "IT PAYS TO ADVERTISE" V'.'l "Take him out:" That was Strwa.-man's Strwa.-man's only answer. Little Jeanne would not leave 1-Jh-ther's side. As they dragged Heart.". Christophe from the room she sXH.:. clung to him. And still she sLrk-fctsS- "For the love of God! No, no! Tn, papa, oh, papa! I love thee. . . J" Major von Brenig looked InqairiEjilj' at his colleague from the WiHtiln?-strasse. WiHtiln?-strasse. "You wanted me, eapraln?"e -Lp. "The proprietor here is a spy." S-traur-man said. "Christophe a spy? Are you kbit?'' "Absolutely sure!" Streetsta replied. re-plied. "This telephone leads to French. And I have settled the f.-TTrew-' Even as he spoke a scream fr-ai arar- fairly cordial relations with the major Streetman's superior officer. And he did not believe that it lay within the spy's power to injure him greatly. At the warning the fellow half whispered to him Charlie merely smiled. "Think so?" he taunted the threatening threat-ening Streetman. "Yes! Remember now you are inside in-side our lines." And drawing the major ma-jor to one side, Streetman said "Major, "Ma-jor, what sliall we do with him?" "Send him back to Brussels," von Brenig told him. "Perhaps we can find a better fate for him than that. ... Is he safe here?" Henry Streetman remembered that the American had shown plainly enough that afternoon at the house of Sir George Wagstaff that he was in sympathy with the enemies of Germany. Ger-many. And now had come an opportunity oppor-tunity to make the fellow pay for his animosity. "He is quite safe," von Brenig said. And turning to the sergeant he ordered him to remove the American to an adjoining ad-joining room. Sergeant Schmidt at once proceeded to carry out instructions. And seizing one of Mr. Brown's ears in a firm grip he started bim out of the room. "You will remain here temporarily as my guest," the major explained. ""But I should not advise you to attempt at-tempt to leave." "Listen, blondy " Mr. Brown adjured ad-jured his evil genius for so the enthusiastic enthu-siastic sergeant appeared to him "confidentially, "con-fidentially, because I know you won't repeat it, if the French army misses you I'll never forgive them." CHAPTER XVII. A Wall and a Firing Squad. As the door closed behind the sergeant ser-geant and his prey, Streetman turned to Major von Brenig. "The damned Americans, we shall have trouble with them yet," he asserted. as-serted. "I hope not. They are not a bad people," peo-ple," the more moderate major replied. "Oh, major have my English clothes my civilian clothes arrived from Berlin?" Streetman asked. "Yes. They are upstairs with my kit" "Good! Then I can start tonight for the British trenches," the spy exclaimed. ex-claimed. The older man looked at him somewhat some-what dubiously. "You think then that your plan to be captured by the English will succeed?" sooty but triumphant, bearing some contrivance in his arms. "Here is a telephone!" he announced proudly. "What!" Streetman exclaimed. And he hastened to examine the find. "Oh, ho! What's this?" he asked. Henri Christophe was no less surprised sur-prised than the others. He took the instrument in-strument from Otto and turned it over curiously. "Why, m'sieu it is a telephone," he said with an air of the utmost mystification. mystifi-cation. "I know, I know but what is it doing do-ing there?" Streetman asked imperiously. imperi-ously. "I do not know, m'sieu," Christophe stammered. In a flash he Saw that things looked very black for himself. "Why did you hide it?" Already Streetman had found him guilty. "I did not hide it, m'sieu!" . An inspiration seized Streetman then. And he took the telephone into his own hands. "Who are you?" he asked in French, speaking directly into the transmitter. The fellow received an immediate reply. And he said to his men in the next breath, "It was a Frenchman who spoke! That telephone leads to the French. It is the work of a spy." And then Streetman ordered Otto's comrade Hans to ask Major von Brenig to return. re-turn. Poor Henri Christophe forgot all about his simple menu. He stood there, crestfallen. The whole affair was too much for his befogged brain. "You were warned against any attempt at-tempt to communicate with the enemy," en-emy," Streetman said. "I never saw that telephone before," Christophe declared. "Don't lie to me! You put it there!" "I swear to you " The innkeeper held both his bauds aloft as he proclaimed pro-claimed his innocence. But his protestations pro-testations had no effect upon the Indignant In-dignant Streetman. The man seemed absolutely relentless, inhuman. "7ou are either a French spy or harboring har-boring a spy under your roof," he told Christophe. "It is an act of enmity to us. You must pay the penalty at once." "On my honor I have done nothing absolutely nothing!" Henri Christophe cried. Even in that moment his thoughts were upon his daughter Jeanne rather than upon himself. He was afraid for her. "Our proclamations have told you what to expect," Streetman snarled. "It will be a good warning to the others," oth-ers," he added grimly. The Belgian innkeeper stared at him as if in a trance. "Before God, I am Innocent!" he asserted. as-serted. The callous Streetman paid not the slightest heed to his denials. In a most brisk and businesslike manner he commanded com-manded the corporal to call in the i SYNOPSIS. 12 The chief characters are Ethel Wil-loughby. Wil-loughby. Henry Streetman and Capt. Larry Redmond. The minor characters are Sir George Wagstaff of the British admiralty and Charles Brown, a New York newspaper correspondent. Ethel, a resident of Sir George's household, secretly married to Streetman, a German spy, though she did not know him as such. Captain Redmond, her old lover, returns to England after long absence. From him 'she learns the truth about Streetman; furthermore, that he has betrayed her simply to learn naval secrets. se-crets. The European war breaks out. Ethel prepares to accompany Streetman to Brussels as a German spy In order to get revenge and serve England. Captain Redmond, Ethel and Charlie Brown turn up at a Belgian Inn as the German army comes. She is Madame de Lorde. She begins to work with a French spy. The Germans appear at the inn. Madame de Lorde shows a German secret service medal and convinces the invaders that she Is a German spy. Charlie Brown barely escapes es-capes execution. CHAPTER XVI Continued. "Quite so!" the major agreed, "particularly "par-ticularly as I like Americans. ... And 1 would not wish to see any of them come to harm," he added significantly. sig-nificantly. In his reply there was more than a hint that behind his urbanity and seeming seem-ing good nature there lay an immeasurable immeasur-able capacity for the stern duties of a German patriot, who would unhesitatingly unhesitat-ingly kill any who might stand in the path of victory. "Again I get you," Mr. Brown said. "But what are you going to do with me?" "I shall give you a pass through our lines that will take you safely back to Brussels." Charlie heard him with dismay. "But I want to go to the front," he protested. "Yon have surprised a certain movement move-ment of the German army," the major pointed out to him. "It is best you go to Brussels."' ' Some objection had already leaped to Charlie's lips when the door from the" street was thrown open and a uniformed uni-formed man an officer pushed across the threshold. Advancing into the room he exclaimed as he saluted: "Ah, my dear major!" Both officers clicked their heels together. to-gether. And as he returned the salute Major von Brenig told the other that he had been expecting him. Charlie Brown had started at the sight of the new arrival. And now he moved nearer to the man. "By George, it's old Streetman!" he cried. "I beg your pardon who is this man?" the arrogant Streetman (he was now Strassman) asked the major. "Charles Brown, a journalist from the United States," Major von Brenig explained. Henry Streetman remembered Charlie then. "Oh, yes! I recall him," he said disagreeably. dis-agreeably. "What is he doing with us?" "We found him staying here," the "Against the Wall Outside," He SroE side reached their ears a vcttumi'M scream. And immediately there lowed the sound of a volley. Major von Brenig turned his IvEuij and listened. "Ah, mon pere!" It was Ii.-ti.MM.-'. Christophe sobbing. Already she had flung herself njpoi! her father's riddled body:. Major von Brenig cast a ropraTinf," glance at his haughty fellow oiKv-err.. "Good God so soon? Wlihoct fx-,- vestigation?" he exclaimed. Wljit 5 he were innocent?" But Streetman hud no misgirit;,. 1 "Ah! It will be a lesson to !lu.-s others," he said carelessly. "It must succeed. This is a map of their positions." He drew a paper from his breast pocket and unfolded it. "The very keystone to their entrenchments!" he exulted. "It will be here at trench 27" Streetman made a mark upon the map "it will be here that I shall be found," he said. "Trench 27!" von Brenig repeated. "Yres! I shall be skulking around and be taken prisoner. Then I shall give the English fajse information about a surprise attack that will enable en-able you to break through their lines and smash them!" "Splendid! Splendid!" von Brenig cried. "By the way " he added, as an important detail came into his mind "a man arrived here this afternoon from the Wilhelmstrasse on a special mission." "Yes? Who is he?" "A Captain Karl!" Major von Brenig said. "You know him?" "No! And I must meet him." "Y"ou don't suspect " "No, no!" Streetman assured him. "At the Wilhelmstrasse few of us know one another; still we cannot be too careful." "He dines with us," the major explained. ex-plained. "And then we shall look him over," Streetman said with satisfaction. "Auf wiedersehen!" And Major von Brenig went to his room, congratulating congratulat-ing himself the while upon the fact that he had so resourceful an assistant in that able young officer from the Wll-hemstrasse. In the adjoining room Charlie Bjh.tj and the German sergeant had In-im':.'' those shots. And now they bnrsi irjitt the two officers in great excitemzA. "What happened? Is it the Frtft-t;?" Charlie called. "It is finished the damned ;?' Streetman rejoined. "What's happened?" Charlie asftpfi again. "A matter of war," the major vV him briefly "that is not on ibj ikk-science." ikk-science." lie was far from appri' i...; of Streetman's hasty action. "The execution of a spy!" StrwrwKU interposed. And the words we-re fc.triJ-ly fc.triJ-ly out of his mouth before sevenr? prf-vates prf-vates squeezed through the t-ntmui-e tc -the keeperloss iuu. There were t.v files; and between them they t;'r stretcher, upon which there luy s--.t-.sitv-thlng covered with a sheet'. A ii'.il'i-distance ii'.il'i-distance behind the gruesome r-n "vision "vi-sion Jeiiune Christophe followed -hing. One glance told Charlie BroTrc tultmi: rested upon that stretcher Hint .it vrn-. the body of someone who but fr-moments fr-moments before had stood there its ?' slanting sunlight of the suinincr nfUM noon and faced the firing sqi)iil. i.tu1 of respect he removed his hut. . did not know who the inifortunuty- -might have been. But neverlli(.-7i-ss Ik-was Ik-was profoundly shocked. "Poor devil, I'm sorry for i:iv whoever he was!" he said. Major von Brenig drew a jibjhjv from a pocket of his coat. "Here is your pass," he ttw3 Un-American Un-American ns he handed him the Anro-ment. Anro-ment. "We have decided that too sim! go to Brussels," he added. T?:e Eiajur appeared to be in soiiK-tliirrg ;' x hurry to speed the parting gvu-t. il- was. ns a matter of fact, d is tai .'. thtr.t the unfortunate execution h-ail ti-.Lyxi place under the very nose of a York newspaper man. And rxm- 1h wished to hasten Mr. Brown niciii t.'iw way before he had further ofportnnrrs-to ofportnnrrs-to pry Into the details of the tTitpvi'.. "But as I told you " Cbar:iv JSrywr began, taking the pass from the Rirr, "as I told you, I want to " "It is not a matter for nrguiumft Major von Brenig said stiffly. "And you had best start at oii-e Streetman added. Charlie Brown saw that hi OPjilrB-tions OPjilrB-tions to proceed hack of the GcriiiHBe lilies were doomed. And now in a" cepted the situation ns cheerfully :) i could. (TO BE CONTINUED.) guard and make ready a firing squad "against the wall outside," he said. Then little Jeanne Christophe opened one of the doors timidly. Some errand had necessitated her entering the room. And when she saw her father's ashen face it needed little intuition to tell her that there was some tragedy impending. impend-ing. With a low cry she sprang to her father's side. "My father my father what Is it?" she asked him. "H i is a spy," Streetman said contemptuously. con-temptuously. "Non, non, m'sieu!" she cried. "Wait! . . . Come here!" he ordered or-dered her roughly. And Henri Christophe Chris-tophe whispered to her to obey. "You have seen that telephone before?" Streetman Inquired. Already the corporal cor-poral had returned with four men, bearing rifles. "Xo, no! Never in all my life!" the girl wailed. "Your father hid it there," ho Insisted. In-sisted. "Xou, non, m'sieu!" she said with all the vehemence she could muster. "Enough of talking-!" Streetman said with a cruel glance at her white face. "Take him out!" he ordered the corporal. cor-poral. For one brief moment father and daughter clasped each other In a last embrace. "It is the end, my little Jeanne! Good-by! Tray for me!" Henri Christophe Chris-tophe said brokenly. And In that Instant In-stant a new dignity enme to him a dignity such as must have clothed "the ancient martyrs, or that later tragic figure, for whom his own daughter was named Jeanne d'Arc when the supreme su-preme summons overtook them. "It Is all over, ma petite," he repeated. And then he drew himself up to bis fullest height and looked at his unyielding judge unflinchingly. "I am Innocent, m'sieu!" he said. . . Those were the last words that Henri Christophe spoke. Ileury Streetman made a gesture of Impatience. The scene bored him. Jeanne Christophe hurst into a wild torrent of words. Alternately she addressed ad-dressed Streetman and her father. "No, no, no!" she shrieked, as if she could not have that frightful thing that monstrosity happen. "Oh, m'sieu! For the love of God! . . . My father fa-ther ... I pray you. . . . No, no! He is my father. ... I love j thee, I love thee!" she sobbed. . . . ! "Oh, m'sieu I bet' you " J ! Henry Streetman lighted a cigarette, tossing the still blazing match into the fireplace. And he had not waited long before Henri Christophe appeared. "Major von Brenig wishes to dine at once," the spy told him. "How soon can you be ready?" "In fifteen minutes, m'sieu." "Good! There will be three of us Major von Brenig, myself and Captain Karl." "Yes, m'sieu." nenri had already turned to hurry back to the kitchen when a bright blaze in the fireplace met his astonished eyes. It was en-JJirely en-JJirely too warm an afternoon for a fire. Only a madman would have built one. "Why. what is that?" he exclaimed. "I lit a cigarette," Streetman said. "I threw my match there." And to one of tlie soldiers he added, "Put It out at once!" The man Otto hurried to the fireplace. fire-place. "Yes. yes. m'sieu! It is nothing! Only some tree branches it can do no harm," the Innkeeper protested. In the meantime Otto had extinguished extin-guished the blaze. He had crawled bodily Inside the great opening of the fireplace, to make sure that he did his j work thoroughly. And now he emerged, "What Is He Doing With Us?" major told him. "My men nearly shot him as an English spy." "It seems almost a pity they didn't," Streetman observed, with a dark lock at the newspaper man. "He may be in our way," he said. Mr. Brown thought it about time to resent Streetman's insolence. "Really, didn't I meet you in Russia some years ago?" he inquired. Streetman eyed him coolly. "No, never!" he snapped. "I have never been In Russia." "Haveu't you?" Charlie exclaimed with a fine show of innocence. "Why I've heard " "You'd best keep what you've heard to yourself." Streetman interrupted him. He stepped close to Charlie so that the major cou'.d not hear what be said. And he scowled at the American like the heavy villain of some melodrama. melo-drama. But Mr. Brown paid scant heed to the menace in the fellow's eyes. Somehow, Some-how, he felt that he had established |