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Page 28
Ledermann obeyed.
The Wolf turned to him.
"Now, Ledermann, no fooling here; turn in all your accounts.
Destroy everything that could give a clew to us. Pack the bombs
in the vault under the cellar floor. We may come back some day,
when we land with our men on the shores of Long Island." He
turned away. "Go and pack. We must be away from here before
dawn."
Ledermann shrugged his shoulders, looked curiously at Asa, then
turned and left the room.
The Wolf got up, threw a few things in a small suit-case,
arranged some papers, took off his coat, and stood looking at
Asa. Directly behind him, against the wall, was a large,
old-fashioned wardrobe. Its dark, heavy, walnut doors threw the
lean, muscular figure of the Wolf out as though carved in
granite. He took a step toward the boy, and rolled up his
sleeves.
"Now, young man, I'll attend to you," he said.
Hope died in Asa's heart.
CHAPTER IX
TIMELY AID
When the Wolf, holding fast to Asa's shoulder, slipped into the
shadows of the Park, Beany raced across the asphalt drive and
knelt beside the little Weasel. He lay a crumpled, limp heap,
and at first Beany thought him dead. There was a faint flutter,
however, as Beany felt his heart, and, turning him gently over,
Beany opened his shirt and uncovered the vicious looking wound
where the Wolf's dagger point had entered.
Across the square, an auto stopped, and a familiar figure jumped
out and looked around. Beany joyfully recognized his friend the
Sergeant. He knew that they were hidden by the gateway post so
he whistled. Hen came running toward him.
"Who's this?" he demanded.
"One of them," said Beany. He looked anxiously at the Weasel's
ashen face. "The Wolf stabbed him. We have got to get him to a
hospital."
"I'll get the car," said Hen, and was off like a flash.
They lifted the Weasel into the car and laid him back on the
cushions; the boys rolled up the rugs, and their coats to prop
him up. Again he opened his eyes.
"Don't start," he said feebly. "I must tell you something."
He turned his head toward Beany. "I know you," he said. "What
made you leave the Wolf and the little chap? I saw you tracking
them. You ought to have kept right after them."
"That was my brother," explained Beany. "We look just alike."
He kept a careful hand on the wound.
"Let's get to a hospital," said Hen.
"Don't you move!" commanded the Weasel. "If you want to save
that kid, the one with the Wolf, you have about half an hour to
do it in. Don't mind me. He has done for me. I knew he'd get
me, but I will bite yet. Tell him that, will you? Tell him the
Weasel has bitten; bitten to the bone. Lift me a little," he
asked, then continued brokenly:
"The Wolf is head of a system of spies in America. They have
headquarters in Mexico, St. Louis and 'Frisco, as well as here.
The Wolf is the head; he is master of them all. I don't know who
he is. Nobody knows. They all call him Excellency or the Wolf.
He has a submarine-base laid out on the coast of Long Island.
There is a powerful wireless station in the attic of the house
where we meet. That's where he has gone with that kid. He'll
kill that kid. I know him! He is all ready to leave the
country. That's why he did for me. He wants to shut us all up
before he leaves--I'll fix him--I told him I'd bite."
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