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Page 29
He stopped, and breathed heavily.
"I'm going to drive lickity-split for the hospital," said Hen in
a low tone to Beany.
"Don't you stir!" commanded the weak voice. "When you get to the
house, go around back, and through the yard to the next house.
There is an outside iron fire-escape on it. Go up that to the
level of the roof of the corner house. It is a story lower than
the house that has the fire-escape. There is a trap door in the
middle of the roof. Lift that, and climb down the ladder into the
attic. The wireless is there. If there is a man there working
the wireless, shoot him. He will shoot you if he can. Got a
revolver?"
"No," said Beany.
"Yes," said Hen at the same time.
"There are some stairs going down from the attic," continued the
Weasel, his voice very weak. "Don't go down that way. Look in
the end of the attic close to the big chimney. There is a pile
of doors and lumber there, and behind it is a narrow stair. Go
down that. It opens into a wardrobe in the Wolf's own den. You
will find him there with the kid, if he is still alive. Take the
Wolf anyhow. Don't kill him. I want him to know that I bit--"
his voice trailed off.
"Would hot coffee help any?" asked Hen. "I have a thermos bottle
full; but it's under that seat he's on."
Together they gently lifted the body of the Weasel, and succeeded
in getting hold of the bottle of hot coffee. Hen poured a
steaming portion into the cup, and with difficulty they forced it
between the Weasel's lips. He swallowed a little, and presently
opened his eyes.
"Close call," he said with a faint smile. He hurried on:
"The Wolf has enough information written down, up there
somewhere, to defeat America," he said. "I don't know where it
is, but it must be somewhere, where he can put his hand right on
it. Search everything! Try every piece of blank paper for
sympathetic ink. There is a secret room in the cellar full of
bombs. They are to be left there, stored, until America is
invaded. If you could only work that wireless--messages are
coming in all the time the last three days--"'
"I can," said Beany.
"Then you will get some news sure. Do you speak German?"
"No," said Beany hopelessly.
"I do," said Hen.
"All right," said the Weasel feebly. "Remember, if he man is
there, shoot to kill--shoot to kill!"
"I'd like to get the police," said Beany.
"They are sort of used to this."
"You will not save the kid," said the Weasel. "The Wolf will
kill him at the first alarm. You can't make a sound. When you
get down in the wardrobe, you will find a nail hole in the upper
corner of the right hand door. I put that there, so I could
watch the Wolf. I have meant to bite for a long while--" He
trailed off, and nearly became unconscious. Then he gathered
himself together. "Tell him I bit."
"Say!" said Hen suddenly. He put his face close to the drooping
face of the Weasel. "Say, where's the house? You haven't told
us where to go. We got to get a move on, I should say!"
"The house--the house," he said. "It's number,--it's corner of--
it's number three hundred and one--"
"Gosh, this is awful!" said Hen. "Come, try to tell us! Three
hundred and one--what?"
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