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Show I THE LONG ARM OF UNCLE SAM j Hl i Copyright, 1919, by Tha Wheolar Syndicate, Inc. ' Eg i - ii , S i" MANY OF THE MAJOR OPERATIONS OF THE WORLD WAR HAVE NEVER BEEN WRITTEN MANY OF THEM HAVE NEVER EVEN BEEN HINTED AT-FOR THE REASON THAT THEY WERE UNDERTAKEN BY THE SECRET OP- ' ERATIVES OF THE DIFFERENT DEPARTMENTS OF THE GOVERNMENT. ; FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS A FORCE INCLUDING HUNDREDS OF MEN AND WOMEN HAS BEEN WORKING DAY !' AND NIGHT, ROUNDING UP THE ENEMIES WITHIN JUST AS THE GOVERNMENTAL AGENTS ARE ALWAYS KEPT BUSY BY THE FORCES OF THE UNDERWORLD WHO CONSIDER UNCLE SAM FAIR PREY. SMUGGLERS, COUNTER- !-j FEITERS, MAIL THIEVES AND MOONSHINERS NEVER APPEAR TO TIRE OF TRYING TO GET MONEY WITHOUT WORK- j ( ING FOR IT. I; ' v i.-n matter 01 Record I., f p-r : rHT was that tt mentioned A last week something about ; the record nf Kreislers 'Drico's Serenade' reminding you of the i c-.pture of someone?" I asked Bill ' Quinn one summer evening as he pain- I fully hoisted hi? game leer, a relic of his ; ' S"! ret i ervice clays, upon the porch 1 ' railing. , ",?ure it does." replied Quinn. ''Never j fails. Put It on again so I can pet the I I necessary atmosphere, as you writers J call it, and possibly I'll st'A the yarn ' ' provided you guarantee to keep the 1 g ngcr ale flowing freely. That and j hve oil are about the only throat i lubricants Jeft us." jj So I slipped on the record, rustled i a couple of bottles from the ice box and i settled back comfortably, for when , Quinn once started un one of his rcmi- I J niscences of Government detective work j he didn't like to be Interruptsd. l "That's the piece, all rig!u,"3:il re- , marked, as the strains nf the violin I I drifted oft into the night. "Funny-how l a few notes of muSc like that could jjt nail a criminal while at th same time I it was saving the lives of of nobody i j knows how many other p?op!e " III Rfiiicmbfr Paul Weimar continiJed 1 Ii . i '.'!, Quinn picking up the thread of his J story. He was the most dangerous of j the entire pane that hclp?d Von Rsrn- ' siorff, Von Papen and the rest of that 'I crew plot ngninst the United late.- at a time when we were supposed to I ! be entirely neutral, f An Austrian by b'rth. Weimar was as !lj thoroughly a Hun at heart as any onn who ever served the Hnhsnzollcrns nwU I 1 In spite' of his slsc, he was as slipp?ry as they make 'cm. Hack !n the past, j jj somewhere he had been a detective In j the service .of the Atlas Line.. but far i ' some years before the war was supr- i, lntendcnt of the police attached to th- "( J Hamburg-American boats. Thai, of 1 i course, gave him the inside track in every bit of deviltry he wanted to bo mixed .up-iii, far he had marie it his i business to cultivate the acquaintance ' of wharf-rats, dlve-kecpsrs and. all the ' I' rest pf the scum' of the Seven Teas that ( i haunts the docks. I I Standing well over six feet, Weimar I j had a pair of fists that came in mighty I handle in a scuClc and a tongue that I could curl 'itself around all the blas- I 'I phomles of a dozen tongues. There I 1 wasn't a water-front on the other side l! of this where they didn't hate him I I neither was there a water-front where U I they didn't fear him. I ! Was Von. Papon's Man. I I 1 Of course, when the war br.oke in IV August, 1D14, the Hamburg-American I I i Line didn't have any further official use I for Weimar. Their ships were tied up I I in nuiilral rr Vinmn nnplc mid TJnr-r- T.i,,l was out of a job for at least ten min- utes. But ho was entirely too valuable a man for the German organization to j overlook for longer than that and Von j Papen, in Washington, Immediately I added him to his organization with 9 blanket instructions to go the limit on any dirty work he cared to undertake-H, undertake-H, ' I-ater, he worked for Voi Bernstorff; i Br. Dumba, the Austrian Ambassador, and Dr. Von Nuber, the Austrian consul i in New York but Von Papen had first fl' claim upon his services and did not H; hesitate to press them, as proven by certain entries in the check-book of the H " military attache during the spring and H" summer of 1915. Of course, it didn't take the Secret K Service and the men from the Dcpart- j ment of Justice very long to get on to H, j the fact that Weimar was altogether Hc too close to the German Embassy for the safety and comfort of the Unlte'd Etates government. But what were they to do about It? 'Wfe weren't at war then and you couldn't arrest a man merely because he happened to know Von Papen and the rest of his precious companions. You had to have some-thing- on him something that would H, stand up in court and Paul Weimar J was too almighty clever to let that Ii happen. , When you remember that it took prc- ciscly one year to land this Austrian II one year of constant watching and un- il ceasing espionage you will see how 1 well he conducted himself. I And the Government's sleuths weren't 1 the only ones who were .after him. t Captain Kenncy, of the New York I J Police T?orce, lent mlchty eiriclent aid wl . nd actually invented a new system of trailing in order to find out just what H he was up to. How Ho Was "Shadowed", i In the olef days, you told a man to Hj go out and follow a suspect and that H, was all there was to it. The "shadow" 1 would trail along half a block or so ir I the rear, keeping his man always ir H1 rlew, and bring homo a full account H ( of what he had done all day. But you H wouldn't do that with Weimar he Vvas H too foxy. From what some of tlie boy? B have told me, I think he took a positive ', delight in throwing them off the scent, whether he hacl anythhing up his sleeve or not. One day, for example," you could have seen his big bulk swinging nonchalantly up Broadway, as if he didn't have a care In the world. A hundred feet or more behind him was Bob Dugan, one of Kenncy s men. When Weimar disappeared dis-appeared into tho subway station at Times quare, Dugan was right behind him, and when the Austrian boarded the local for Grand Central Station. Dugnn was on the same train on the same car In tact. But when they reached the station, things began to happen. Weimar left the local and commenced to stroll "up and down the platform, waiting until a local train airl an express arrived at the same time. That wa.s his opportunity. He made a step or two forward, as if to board the express and Dugan not wishing to make himself too conspicuous conspicu-ous slipped on board just as the doors were closing, only to see Weimar push back and jam his way on the local! Variations of that stunt occurred time after time. 13vcn the detailing of two men to. follow him failed in its purpose, for the Austrian would enter ' a big omc bulUUnj, leap Into an express ex-press elevator just as it was about to ascend, slip the operator a dollar to top at one of the lower floors and be lost for the day or until someone picked him up by accident. So Cap. Kenncy called In four of his best men and told them that it wa$ L-ssenl-il that Wsimar b? watched. p The New System. "Two of you." he d'.rccfd, "slick with him all the lime. Sun":c you locate "lim the ilrst tl.ing in the morning at his house on Twentv-fo'irth trect. for vcample. You. Ccmrpll, station yourself wo blocks up the strnei. '."ary, yni, ro the yame distance doum. Th"n. no nattrr which wav h starts h?'ll havo one of you . in front of li2m and onv behind. Tlie nian in front will hove In ise hin wits to juc?? whieh way he intends to go and to beat him to It. ff, lip boards a oar." tha nian in from Tan'plcik him up with the c?rtalnty thar ;.h othrr will cover the tra'l in the rear. In that way you ought to b? able to find out wh?r he gV.ng and, possibly, what he is doing there." Tlie schr-ni", thanks !o 'the quirk Thinking of the men 'assigned to the ob. worked rpJoncUdly for months at 'east it worked insofar as keeping a vatch on Weimar was concerned. But that wan. all. In the summer of 3. 'he tlovernment knew precisely wIiptp Weimar had been for the past six months, with whom he had talked and o on but the kernel of th nut was missing Ther wasn't the least clu" to what he had talked about and. what deviltry he had planned I Without that information, all the lope . the Government had was about is useful as a movie would be to a blind man. Washington was so ctrtain that Weimar had the key to a number ot very important developments among '.hem the flrft attempt to blow up the Woclland Canal that the Chief of the Secret Fervice made a special trip to Tcw York to talk to Kcnney. Isn't it possible," he suggested, "tc plant your men close enough to Wcimai tn find out, for example, what he talks ibuul over the phone?" Kennev smilffl crrlmK- " l Tapped His Telephone, "Chief." he said, "that's been done. We've tapped every phone that Weimar's Wei-mar's likely to use in the neighborhood of his house and every time ho talks from a public station one of our men cuts in from i.earby by an arrangement arrange-ment with Central and gets every word. But that bird Is too wary'to be caught with chaff of that kind. He's evidently worked out a verbal code of some kind that chanses every day. He tells the man at the other end, for example, to be at the drug-store on the corner of Seventy-third and Broadway at 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon and wait for a phone call In the name of Williams. Our man is always at the place at the appointed hour, but no call ever arrives. 'Seventy-third and Broadway' very evidently means some nM-ir- i AAmw it', . .. -. .i&f wwi. n 3 uouioa lu try i and aruess which one- You'd have to have a man at every pay station in I town to follow that lead." j "How about overhearing his directions to the men he meets In tho open?" I "Not a chance In the world. His rendezvous are always public places the Pennsylvania pr Grand Central Stations, a movie theater, a hotel lobby or the like. Thero he can put his back against the wall and make sure that no one is listening in. He's on to all the tricks of the trade and it will take a mighty clever man or a bunch of them to nail him." "H-m-m," mused the Chief. "Well, at that, 1 believe I've got the man." "Anyone I know?" "Yes, T think you do Morton Maxwell. Max-well. Remember him? Worked on the Castleman diamond case here a qouple of years ago for the Customs people and was also responsible for uncovering the men behind the sugar-tax fraud. Ho isn't in the Service, but he's working work-ing for the Department of Justice and I'm certain they'll turn him loose on this Jf I ask them to. Maxwell can get to the bottom of Weimar's business, if anyone can. Let mc talk to Washington Washing-ton " Mexwcll Gets On Job. And within an hour after the Chief : had nunc up the recover, Morton Max-: Max-: well, better known as "Mort", was ' headed toward New York with instructions instruc-tions to report at Secret Service- headquarters head-quarters in that city. Once there, the Chief and Kenncy went over the wholo affair with him. Cottroll and (Jary and the other men who hacl been engaged In shadowing the elusive Weimar were called in to tell their part of the story and every card was laid upon the table. When the conference concluded, sometime some-time after midnight, the Chief turned to Maxwell and inquired: "Well, what's your idea about It?" For a full ininuto Mort smoked on in silence and gazed off into space. ?Ien who had just met him were apt to think this a pose, a play to the grandstand but those who knew him best realised that Maxwell's alert mind, was working fastest In such moments and that he much preferred not to make any decision until ho had turned things over in his head. "There's just one point which doesn't appear to have been covered," he replied. re-plied. Then, as Kenncy started to cut Ii, "No. Chief, I said ajipctrcd noV to have Jie.en covered. Very possibly you have ail (he Information on It and forgot for-got to hand It nut. Who does this. Weimar live with?" "lie 'lives by himself In a house on Twenty-fourth treet. near Seventh Avenue boards there, but has tho qn-tire qn-tire second Moor. o far as we've b"en able to find out. he has never been married. No trace of any wife on this side, anyhow. Never travels with women probably afraid they'd talk too much." ' "Has he any relatives?" "None that I know of " "Walt a minute," Cottrcll Interrupted. "I dug back into Weimar's-' record before be-fore the war ended his official connection connec-tion .wUh the steamship company and one of the points I picked up was that he had a cousin a man named George Buch formerly employed on one of the boats." "Where Is Buch now?" asked Maxwell. Max-well. "We haven't been able to locate him," admitted the police detective. "Not that we'e tried very hard, because the trail didn't lead In his direction. I don't oven know that he is in this country, but it's likely that he is because he was on one of the boats that was interned here when the war broke." Again It was a full mlnuto before Maxwell spoke. Tho Search for Buch. "BUch," he said finally, "appears to be the only link between Weimar and the outer world. It's barely possible that ho knows something and, a3 we can't afford to overlook any clue, suppose sup-pose we start work along that line. I'll dig into it myself tho first thing in BUT UNCLE SAM'S ARM LONG AND HIS MEMORY RETENTIVE. SOONER OR LATER HE NAILS THE MAN WHO BREAKS HIS LAWS, THOUGH IT OFTEN ENTAIi-3 MONTHS OF WORK AND FEATS OF DETECTIVE GENIU8 WHICH FAR OUTSTRIP THOSE OF FICTION. THOUGH WRITTEN IN NARRATIVE FORM, THE ARTICLES INTHIS SERIES ARE ALL BASED ON FACT FACT8, j, IN MANY CASES, AVAILABLE ONLY SINCE THE CESSATION OF HOSTILITIES. NAMES AND LOCATIONS HAVE HAD TO J BE ALTERED, BUT A FULL REPORT OF EACH CASE WOULD BE FOUND IN THE ARCHIVES OF THE DIFFERENT DE. ( PARTMENTS IF THEY WERE THROWN OPEN TO PUBLIC INSPECTION, FOR THESE ARE BUT A FEW OF THE IN- j STANCES IN WHICH THE LONG ARM OF UNCLE SAM HAS REACHED TO SEIZE THE MEN WHO BREAK HIS LAW8. I . ii V the morning and I certainly would appreciate ap-preciate any assistance that our men could give me, Chief. Tell them to make discreet inquiries about Buch, his appearance, habits, etc-, and to try and find out whether he is on this side, rvow I'm going to turn In, for something some-thing seems to toll me that the busy season has arrived." At that Maxwell wasn't far wrong. The weeks that followed were well filled with work, but It was entirely unproductive unpro-ductive of results. Weimar was shadowed shad-owed day and night, his telephones tapped and his mail examined. But. save for the fact that his connection wlh tlie German Embassy became Increasingly In-creasingly apparent .no' further evidence Avas forthcoming. The scorch for Buch was evidently futile, for that personage appeared to have disappeared from the face of the earth. All that Maxwell and the other men who worked on the matter could dlscocr was that Buch a young Austrian Aus-trian whose description they secured had formerly been an intimate of Weimar. Wei-mar. The latter had obtained his appointment ap-pointment to a minor office In the Hamburg-American line and Buch was commonly com-monly supposed to be a stool pigeon for the maater plotter. But right there the trail stopped. No on appeared to know whether the Austrian was In New York, or the United States for that matter, though one informant did admit that it was quite pr.obable. "Buch and the big fellow had a row the last time over," was the Information Maxwell secured at the cost ot a few drinks. Something about some money tha, Weimar is supposed to have owed him $15 or some such amount. I didn't hear about it until afterwards, but It appears to have been a pretty lively scrap while it lasted. Of course, Buch didn't have a chance against the big fellow he could handle a bull. But the young Austrian threatened to tip his hand said he knew a lot of stuff thnt would be worth a good deal more money than was coming to him, and all that sort of thing. But the ship docked the next day and I haven't seen or heard of him since." Tho Long Shot Wins. The idea of. foul play at once leaped Into Ma-xwell's mind, but investigation of . police records failed to disclose the discovery of any body answering to the description of George Buch and, as Chief Kcnney pointed out, it la a decidedly de-cidedly difficult matter to dispose o a corpse In such a way as not to arouse at least the suspicions of the police. As a last resort, about the middle of September, Maxwell had a reward posted, on the bulletin board of every police station in Now York a.nd the surrounding country for tho "apprchen- J slon of Georpo Bui h. Austrian, age about 2-4 Height. 5 feet S inches Hair, blonde Complexion, fair Kyes, blue-Sandy blue-Sandy mustache. A3 Chief Kcnney pointed out, though, the description would apply to several thousand men of German parentage In the city and to a good many more who didn't have a drop of Teutonic blood in their veins. ' "True enough." Maxwell was forced to admit, "but we can't afford to overlook over-look a bet even If it is a thousand-to-ono shot." As luck would have it the 1000-to-l shot won! On September '2i, 1017. Detective Gary returned to headquarters, distinctly crestfallen. Weimar had given him the slip.. In company with another man. whom the detective did not know, the Austrian had been walking up Fixth Avenue that afternoon when a machine swung In from Thirty-sixth street and the Austrian Aus-trian had leaped aboard without waiting wait-ing for It to come to a full stop. Rapid Developments. "Of course, there wasn't a taxi In sight," said Gary ruefully, "and before l could convince the nearest chauffeur that my badge wasn't phonoy they'd gone!" "That's the first time in months," Gary replied. "Ho knows that he's followed, fol-lowed, all right, and he's cagy enough to keep In the open and pretend to be above board." "Right," commented the Department of Justice operative." and this move would appear to indicate that something was doing. Better phone all your stations sta-tions to atch out for him, Chief." But nothing more was seen or heard of Herr Weimar for five days. Meanwhile events moved rapidly for Maxwell. On September 26, the day after the Austrian disappeared, one of tho policemen police-men whose beat lay along Fourteenth Street, near Third Avenue, asked to see the Government detective. "My name's Rcilly." announced the copper, with a brogue as broad as the toes of his shoes. "Docs this Austrian, this here Buch feller ye're lookln' for, like music? Is he nuts about It?" "Music?" echoed Maxwell. "I'm suro don't know, . . . But wait a minute! min-ute! Yes, that's what that chap who used to know him on the boat told me. Saying ho was forever playing a fiddle when he was off duty and that Weimar threw it overboard one day in a fit of rage. Why? What's the connection?" "Nothin in partclular, save that a little girl I'm rather sweet on wurruks in a music store on Fourteenth Street an' sho an I was talkln' things over last night an' I happened to mlntlon th' reward offered for this Buck feller. 'Why!' says she, 'that sounds Just like the Dutchy that used to come into th' shop a whole lot a year or so ago. Jle was crazy about music an' kop' himself pretty nigh broke a-buyin' thoso expen sive new records. " Got me to save hitn every violin one that came, out.' " "I'm, yes," muttered Maxwell, "but has the young lady seen anything of this chap lately?" The Policeman's Tip. "That she has not." P.lley replied, nn' right there's th' big idear. Once a week, regular, another Dutchman comes in an' buys a record an' he told Katy that's me gurrul's name last winter that th selections wcro for a man that used to be a stiddy customer of hers but who was now laid up in bed." "Til bed for over a year!" exclaimed Maxwell, his face lighting up. "Held prisoner somewhere in tho neighborhood neighbor-hood of that shop on Fourteenth Street because the big Austrian hasn't the nerve to make away with him and yet fears that he knows too much! Look here. Riley suppose you and Miss Katy take a few nlght3 off I'll substitute ' for her and make It all right with the man-who owns the store. Then T can got a line on this L-ycr of records for 3lck men." "Wouldn't it be better, sir, if wc hung around outside th' store an' let Katy give us the high sign when he "omes in? Then wc could both trail him back to where he lives." "You're right, Riley, It would! Where'll I meet you tonight?" "At the corner of Fourteenth Street and Thold Ay'nue, at eight o'clock. THE SECOND MAN LEAPED STRAIGHT TOWARDS MAXWELL'S THROAT. , N Katy says th' man never gets there i before nine." "I'll bo there." said Maxwell and he was. But nothing out of the ordinary rewarded re-warded their vigil the first night, nor the second. On tho third night, however, how-ever, just after the clock in the Metropolitan Metro-politan Tower had boomed tiinc times, a rather nondescript individual sauntered saun-tered into the music store and Riley's quick eyes satv the girl behind the counter put her lel't hand to her chest. Then she coughed. "That's th' signal, sir," warned the policeman in a whisper. "An' that's ! the guy we're aftcrJ' Had the man turned around as he made his waytoward a dark and forbidding for-bidding house on Thirteenth Street, not j far from Fourth Avenue, he might have caught sight of two shadows skulkin along not fifty feet behind hhn. Bu at that, he would have to have been pretty quick for Maxwell was taking no chances on losing his prcv and he had cautioned the policeman not to make a sound. Trailing Their Man. When their quarry ascended the steps of No. 247, Riley started to move after 1 him, but tho Department of Justice 3 operative halted him. r "There's no hurry," stated Maxwell if "Ho doesn't suspect we're here and, bs-' W ' sides, it doesn't make any difference if he does lock tho door I've got a skele- it ton key handy that's guaranteed to ?i open anything." Riley grunted, but stayed where he was until Maxwell gavo" the signal to t' advance. Once inside the door, which responded T to a single turn to the key, tho police- I man and the Government agent halted In the pitch-black darkness and lis. t tened. Then, from an upper floor cam v tho sound for which Maxwell had been waiting the first golden notes of "a i iolin played by a master hand. Tha Y disLmco apd the closed doorway which intervened killed all the harsh median- leal tone of tho phonograph and only the wonderful melody of "Drigo'a Sere- K nade" came down to them. j. On tiptoe, though they know their movement? would be masked by th f sounds of the music, Riley and Maxwell crept up to the third floor and halted ' outside the door from which the sounds came. j "Wait until the record Is over," di- ' rccted Maxwell, "and then break down ; that door. Have your gun handy and I' don't hesitate to shoot anyone who trios j to injure Buch. I'm certain he's held prisoner hero and it may bo that tha men who aro guarding him have in- ; structlons not to let him escape at any cost. Ready? Let's go!" ' Tho final note of the Kreisler record : had not died away beforo Riley's shoulder hit the flimsy door and tha two detectives were in the room. Maxwell barely had time to catch a glimpse of a pale, wan figure on the bed and to sense tho fact that there ! were two other men In the room, when there was a shout from Riley and a 1 spurt of fiamc from his revolver. With a cry. the man nearest the bed dropped , his arm and a pistol clattered to the floor the barrel still singing from tho impact of tho poiicemaji's bullet. The second man, realizing that timo was I precious, leaped straight toward Maxwell, Max-well, his fingers reaching for the . agent's throaL With a half laugh Mori clubbed his automatic and brought the ' butt clown with sickening forco on his assailant's head. Then he swung around and covered the man whom Rllcy had . disarmed. Was Held Prisoner. IJ "Don't worry about him, sir." sad 'Sjf the policeman.. "His arm '11 bo numb I I half an hour from now. What do you want to do with th' lad in th bed?" "Get him out of here as quickly as wo can. We won't bother with these swine. They have the law on their side anyway, because we broke in hero without a warrant I only want Buch." When he had propped the young Austrian up in a comfortable chair ia the Federal Building and had given him ' a glass of brandy to strengthen hll ' nerves the Lord only knows what they'll have to do in tho future Max- well got tho whole story and more than he had dared hope for. Buch. follow- ,1 ing his quarrel with Weimar, had been , i ;J held prisoner in the house on Thir-teenth Thir-teenth Stroct for over a year because, - jl as Maxwell had figured, the Austrian .' l didn't have the nerve to kill him and didn't dare let him loose. Barely f enough food was allowed to keep him . alivo and tho only weakness that his ' cousin had shown was in permitting the l p: purchase of one phonograph record a h . week in order to cheer him up a little. Kjjj 'Naturally." said Buch. "I chose the ! Kreisler records, because he's an Aus- , trlan and a marvelous violinist." i "Did Weimar ever come to see you?" : : Inquired Maxwell. : "He camo In every now and then 1 J- l taunt me and to say that he was gointr V l to have me thrown in tho river some I day soon. That didn't frighten me, but J, k there were other things that did. He J came In last week, for example, and p boasted that he was going to blow up a t ft big canal and I was afraid he might be - V caught or killed. That would havo t meant no more money for the men who tl were guarding me and I was too we.ik ' to walk even to the window to call for ; js. help. . . ." ;' r: "A big canal!" Maxwell rep&ted. & "He couldn't mean the Panama No, c j' that's Impossible. I havo it! The Wd- j1: -land Canal!" And In an instant he was ; calling the Niagara police on tho Ions ! i distance phone, giving a detailed de- ' scription of Weimar and his compan : ions. . '1j : L "As it turned out," concluded Quinn. tm reaching for his empty glass. "Weimar lib had already been looking over th9 ground. He was arrested, however, be fore the dynamite could bo planted and, ; ..i thanks to Buch's evidence, indicted for i- violation of Section 13 of tho Penal .fc Code. i'j re- "Thus did a phonograph record ana i thirty pieces of silver the thirty half- dollars that Weimar owed Buch lead . directly to the arrest of one of the , jt most dangerous spies in the German j service. Let's have Mr. Drigo's Sere- r nade once more and pledge Mort Ma well's health in ginger ale unless )'u j t have a still concealed around the house- , . And If you have I will be in duty , y bound to tell Jimmy Reynolds about it he's the lad that holds the record for i persistency and cleverness in discover- , ; lng moonshiners." ( .J ' s :l "The Secret Still" the seventh I" ; "Tho Long Arm of Uncle Sam" trUi J Hfj and the story of how Jimmy Reynold aolvod tho mystery that had cost two ( men their lives, will bo published next |