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Page 8
"Door, Adolph!" he said abruptly. The thickset man rose,
spilling his cards. The third man pierced him with a look.
"Butter fingers!" he gritted, cursing softly in a foreign tongue.
Adolph left the room and noiselessly went down a rickety flight
of stairs. He returned in a moment, the Weasel following at his
heels. The third man did not give him a glance. He sat looking
at his beautiful, slender hands. No one spoke.
"Well, proceed!" cried the third man irritably. "Proceed!
Proceed! Proceed! Himmel, you must be led step by step! Speak,
idiot! How goes it?"
A look of hate flashed into the Weasel's lowered eyes and was
gone. He raised them timidly.
"So far, so good, Excellency. I hung on behind the tonneau. No
one noticed in that lazy village. I could hear the Colonel
talking to the two small boys with him. He can't understand the
attack, but he thinks the force he is building is being attacked
through him on account of a gang of thieves who do not want to
risk detection by his men. He thinks it has something to do with
the fair. The Colonel has gone to police headquarters. The boys
went home." The Weasel commenced to laugh silently.
The Wolf watched him. Then "Well?" he said again in his low,
cutting voice.
The Weasel stopped. "Your pardon, Excellency. It is so amusing!
That Colonel, he must be a man forty-five years old. He treated
those small boys, those Boy Scouts, like equals. He talked it
over with them as though they were men. He told them--"
"That will do," said the Wolf. "I don't want to hear any more."
And with those words, the Wolf, murderer and German spy, sealed
his doom.
"Now come here," he said. "You, Adolph, you have done good work.
That formula will mean victory for the Fatherland. Did I but
dare, I would at once take it myself out of the country. But I
have my orders. We must know all things about that concentration
camp at the fairgrounds. Yes, you have done well, Adolph." The
thick-set man smiled a queer, twisted smile with a crooked lip
that always seemed to grin.
The Wolf continued. "From now on our task grows more difficult.
You, Weasel, will go to the aviation school at Ithaca. You
already understand planes. Get their models; find out the
methods of their management. Cripple all the machines you can.
Report to me here when I call you. Send me a name and address
that will reach you. And, remember, no drinking or flirtations,
Weasel. Don't forget my long arm and heavy hand."
The Weasel shuddered. "No, Excellency," he said shortly.
The Wolf turned to the dark man with the scarred cheek, and
pointed to his heavy, bristling mustache.
"That must come off," he said. "There is a job for you in the
Administration Building where Colonel Bright has his office. You
will clean," as the man scowled, "I know you hate it. Never
mind! Care not! We are in trust. You must do all as I say. I
am your superior officer."
"What do you do, Excellency?" asked the dark man with something
of a sneer.
"I come to buy horses, Ledermaim, and my father and Colonel
Bright's father, they were friends. I bring a letter from my
father in Switzerland. Unfortunately the Colonel's father, he is
dead; so I make acquaintance with his son. Do you see, Ledermann
and Adolph, and you too, Weasel, that I take for myself the
hardest job? Now attend. Under no circumstances are you to
speak to me. If it is necessary to communicate with me before
the close of the fair you will wipe your faces with one of these
drab handkerchiefs. Then you will come here, right here; no
place nearer, and wait for me. I will keep all the papers
instead of dividing them as before. You, Ledermann, have plans
of all the plants of any size about here. Thanks." He filed the
papers away. "Adolph, give me the fair ticket, and the envelope
with the blank paper. It looks innocent enough, doesn't it? All
white paper; no writing. Yet there is news indeed on that good,
innocent, little sheet if one knows how to make it tell. I'll
take them, Adolph."
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