Bull-Dog Drummond The Adventures of a Demobilized Officer Who Found Peace Dull by CYRIL McNEILE “SAPPER” ILLUSTRATIONS BY IRWIN MYERS Copyright by Ges. H. Doran Ce. (Continued from last week.) At .ast the Boche made up his mind, and went behind the chair. Hugh felt him fumbling with the rope, and flashed an urgent look of caution at the other two. “You'd better be careful, Heinrich,” he remarked, “that none of the others gee, or you might have to share.” The German ceased undoing the knot, and grunted. The English swine had moments of brightness, and he went over and closed the door. Then he resumed the operation of untying the rope; and, since it was performed behind the chair he was in no position to see the look on Drummond’s face. Only the two spectators could see that, and they had almost ceased breathing in their excitement. That he had a plan they knew; what it was they could not even guess. At last the rope fell clear and the German sprang back. “Put the case on the table,” he cried, having not the slightest intention of coming within range of those formid- able arms. “Certainly not,” said Hugh, “until you undo wy legs. Then you shall have it.” Quite loosely he was holding the cause in ene hand; but the others, watching his face, saw that Ii was strained and tenseo. “First T the notes must have.” The German strove to speak conversation- ‘ally, but all the time he was creeping nearer and nearer to the back of the chair. “Then YI your legs undo. and you may go.” Algy’s. warning ‘cry ‘rang out simul. . taneously with the lightning dart of the-Boche’s hand as-he snutched at the. cigarette-case over Drummond’s