E3 -o. Jrl' e VHJT FATH& A little piece of thin paper, with a few scrawls and scratches on it, may mean notffl lug, or it may oe pregnant- wim vimi uuwmpu t T "ui,j discovers such a "scrap of paper" in the pocketbook of Mrs. Lee eases her mind con- sidcrably, as it removes suspicion from Chris. By LECHMERE WORRALL AND J. E. HAROLD TERRY 5 i . A Jealous Young Woman, Determined to Learn the Exact Relationship Between Her Lover and Another Woman, tfinds Out Enough to Satisfy Her, but at the Same Time Comes Perilously Close to Ruining Great Britain U& K& W": r In the United States There Are a Large Number of Ama teur Spy Hunters Who, Prompted by Motives of Jealousy, Adventure or Love of Country, Innocently Hamper Our Secret Service Agents by Their Meddling general explanation, that's all. Chris, what's the matter?" "Well. If It comes to that, what's the matter with your father? I My, do you mind' a pipe?" "No," answered Molly a little drearily. He could think about pipes when she was so obviously unhappy! "My nerves want soothing," explained Hrent as he lit up. "I say, what has your father got Into his head now?" "O, ho's worried." "Well, he's worried me, I can tell you." "Vou know how funny father Is some times," said Molly lamely. "Yes, It's a humor all his own. What's his latest?" "Well, It's too absurd for words really," began Molly, forcing herself to speak nat urally, laughing a little, ,Sho curled herself "What's It all about?" he asked. "Well, It's about spies. He's got them on tho brain, poor dear." "Spies? Poor chap," commented Brent, drawing at his pipe. "Ho oven suspects," continued Molly, "that there's ono In this house. Just Imag ine!" "By Jove, you don't say so? I say, Molly, that's really funny. When did tho old dear think of that?" "Of courso you you don't think It's pos sible, do you, Chris?" "I don't know. Kverythlng's possible, I suppose, hut I should say It was excessive ly unlikely. Whatevcr's put tho Idea Into his head?" "Charles Sanderson." "Nonsense." "No, no, I don't mean that he suspects Brent stared at her with his pipe In his hand and his mouth open. Then a slow smile seemed to beam out all over him. "You don't mean to say It's me?" hs asked, "By Jove, that's priceless. How pleased tho old dear must be,' because he's got his knife Into mo nnyway. I say, that's the greatest compliment I have ever had paid mo. No ono's ever though mo brainy enough before," and ho continued chuckling with pleasure after ho put his pipe back in his mouth. "They suspect Mrs. Lee, too," added Molly, watching him narrowly. Tho laughter sank away from Brent, leaving him very grave, "Eh, what?" he asked. "Chris, you must admit you've let father havo soma excuse for thinking of you, be causo of your not doing anything, I mean." Clode.) v, w "k: i -?-. m .'V- (Copyright by Kdtvard J. SYNOrsiB The story opsns In ths West Crest private howl In an English stacoast town when England has bn at war on month. MRS. SAN11KBSON. tho proprietress! hr son, CHAht.F.S KAMlKRHfiN. serving In ths Eng lish. Admiralty: Mil. I'M"-"", $? J"."llf?.S' th lVr: his d-iuhtr, MOI.T.Y. nlnetssn! SIIRIATOrilKR BHKNT. Molly's flaneel MRS. IRIAM I.KK. a widow of thlrty-nvs. too latssr arrival: Mif -tiiiiu.r.. rvm.ij . FRAUI.KIN NrimilKIIER. a colorless llttlj German woman, claim In twenty yara or English naturalization: I'KNNICUlK. a young English noldler. and FRITZ, a servant .In tho nouss, are tho ntlro occupants of th notrt. Brnt and Miriam are representatives of tho British Intelllgsnc; Office-, and dlscoyor , on the reverse oldo of, the Innocent-looking ' fireplace a complete wireless outfit. After getting a message, that a U-boat la waiting; oft the' harbor for a given signal. Brent als mantles the Marconi. .This discovery posi tively links up the Sanderson household with r gigantic German spy Plot destined to cripple Great Britain. ... . ... v... Later. Hrent sees sketches of the harbor made by Frauleln Hchroeder, who ho Is con vinced Is the bralna of the plot. The fact that there la an artist In the house account; for the presence of carrier pigeons, and llrent hoots one of the birds as It leaves the house. He discovers a sketch of the harbor de fenses In a small case tied about one pf the pigeon's legs. The plotters decide to burn tho hotel that eenlng. as a algnal to a U-boat waiting out at sea. They also plan to burn all tho occuoanls. . . .. Meanwhile Brent and Miriam complete the details for the capture of the Onrman spies. Absolutely at a loss to account for the many naa In lhl, ntnm Hanrirsnn And hla col leagues determined to take Mr. Pollock Into their confidence, explaining that Banderson has " been robbed of certain Admiralty papers. Molly. In despair at the accusations lev. eled at her lover, decides to exonerate Chris and starts on a tour of Investigation. She enter Mrs. Lee's room. "A Scrap of Paper" AS a matter of fact, remarkably few per . sonal touches had been Imparted to tho conventional white-painted, chintz-hung apartment. Over the gleaming brass rail at the foot of the bed a wonderful dressing gown had been thrown, a barbaric thing of strong reds and blues with gold thread shimmering through It, a very different dressing gown from Molly's own llttlo white wrapper bordered with swan's down. Tho luggage showed signs of hard wear: the dressing table set was of tortoise shell with R gold Inlaid monogram. Molly considered It rather bizarre. , ' Beside tho mirror lay the handkerchief sachet she had noticed before dinner. Molly slipped her fingers In. but they met only handkerchiefs. Exploring further, she found an opening In the lining, and 'this tlmo pulled out the folded sheet of tracing paper. A glance at It, though, of course, she could not understand Its Import, told her that It was some kind of a plan. Thrusting It In her own dress, Molly turned out tho light, opened the door a llttlo way. listened, and crept out. She felt a different being as sho went down tho stairs pgaln. Could this be she, the Molly wfib had thought life was all fun and happiness and Chris? This Molly spied and stole, and all with a certain feeling of fierceness at the back of her mind which she only remembered having experienced once before In her life, and that was when as a tiny girl her father had threatened to have her dog destroyed because ho bit the post man. Molly had fought then for her dog, had raised every argument against tho post man and for her bcloed Micky, and sho had won. Now she was righting for some thing far more vital. And Just as she would not havo minded If the postman had put a stop to tho controversy by conveniently fall ing down dead, so now she did not mind what sho could prove against Mrs. Lee If she could only save Chris. Ab sho reached the sitting room door she neurit .Mr. i'ouocK's volco booming even moro loudly than usual, and recognized In the sound of it that ho had lost his temper. His attempt at dlplomacymust havo failed him. and, anxious lest ho had worked Chris into ono of his obstinate moods, Molly broko In on them. Silence, fell as Molly entered, and she looked from ono to tho other of the two men. "Oh, father," what have you been saying to Chris?" she asked?. "I asked you to leave It to me, dldr." I?" "I havo hem merely with tho greatest tact and diplomacy asking a few questions that I havo a perfect right to ask. I havo been giving Mr. Itront nn nnnnrtunlfu v has not seen fit to take, of confiding In mo. " yrumiseu mm mat ir no choose to do so I for one would try to help him. Nobody can accuse me of being a narrow-minded man, and I hope I have been able to mako allowances and see the thing fairly." Brent turned and looked In pathetic help lessness at Molly. "Can you tell me what your father Is talking about?" he asked. "Of course, I thought he was going to talk about you and I started In to confide right nway, but he said I was Impertinent." "Father, dear, go away and leave It to mo." said Molly, going up to him and taking the lapels of his coat In her two hands. "I am sure I can manage Chris a great deal better alone." Molly had not yet learned nui in use ine woru "manage" out loud, "Oh. ory well, very well.-I'll Ko. Thought you might llko my support nnd protection. "' course, gins mm tncy Know best now adays." And Mr. Pollock moved heavily toward the door. "I say," said Chris cheerfully to his re treating form, "you might take over my quiet snooker with Mrs. I.ee, will youV She must think It's jolly rudo my leaving her like this." Mr. Pollock's only answer was a Bnort as he banged the door behind him. Molly and Chris were left standing look ing at each' other, with a new shyness and constraint between them. Then Brent strolled over to the mantelpiece and leaned his elbow on It, speaking to her over his shoulder. "I suppose you want me to explain about this afternoon?" he asked. "No; at least, that will come Into the r KfcilcAthWij. ,J tv-a A "Chris, you don't quite realize what has happened this evening," Molly began. up In tho big chair ngaln and looked up at Brent under her lashes as she half lay there. In tho glow of the shaded lights sho looked very childish and pathetically small, a llttlo air of worldly wisdom that sho had adopted sitting quaintly on her. Brent felt all tho best In his lovo for her well up ns he looked. Tho temptation camo over him to throw everything aside, to tell her tho truth, m that she would trust him again, That Is to say, tho wish that It wcro possible to do so camo over him wltb almost Mnbearablo poignancy, but the Idea was almost too remoto to bo n temptation. It meroly presented Itself as a thing that would have been so restful and comforting could he only havo dono It, Ho did not go near her and sit on tho arm of tho chair as sho had been confident he must, but still stood In front of tho fire place, as a man always does when on the defensive him, but Mr. Sanderson has lost some very Important document, something belonging to tho admiralty." "Careless beggar, that's all I can say." "When I say lost It," went on Molly, "I mean It's disappeared. It's been stolen, uown nerc. Well, of course It's dashed awkward for him," answered Chris. "Tho admiralty won't like that at nil. When did ho miss it?" "I don't know. Some tlmo today, I sup pose. Ho told father about It after dinner." Chris began to chuckle. "I'll bet I know who your father thinks It Is. Dear old Krauleln Schroeder." "No. ho doesn't suspect frauleln, neither does Mr. Sander.son." "Krltz, I suppose." "No, nor Fritz," said Molly Impatiently, "nor Miss Myrtle, nor his mother, nor me. O, Chris, can't you guess?" "O, I understand that right enough, but why drag In Mrs. Leo?" "That's only guesswork on their part so far," answered Molly, "but I " sho paused nervously, then went on "I can prove she's a spy." "Look here. Molly, dp you know you are saying very serious things? You must be careful." "O, I know It's serious enough to me, too, Chris. I know you are In her power." Chris seized tho opportunity to roar with laughter. "My darling child." ho said. "Have you been reading a penny novelette, or going to tho melodrama on the pier? 'In her power! Do I say, 'IJnhand me, villain'? Do prompt me, Molly." "Ah, you aro being cruel," flashed Molly. "I know I'm not clever like like Mrs. Lee but you shouldn't sneer at me, Chris, how can you!" "Darling." Chris was beside her and had gathered her In his arms.' "I was a pig. a brute, I admit It, but I wasn't sneering. I was only making a little fun of you. Its all so ridiculous, dear heart. Come, lets kiss nnd make It up and not spoil our few minutes togethor by being so absurd." For ono blissful moment Molly let herself yield to his caress and closed her eyes like a tired child as her head rested on his shoulder. Then she pulled herself together and, with a determination he had never seen In her before, thrust him away and sat up. "Chris, you dont quits realize what has happened this evening," she began, "and I can't help you unless you tell me ths truth. For on thing, you told me you had nover met Mrs. Lee before." "Yes, I did tell you that," admitted Brent, "though I suppose you don't bellcvs It after this afternoon. Look here, sweetheart, let's understand one another. You think that I'm In Mrs. Lee's power, as you put It, and that she's a German spy. What makes you think that?" "I know It" "How do you know It?" Molly slipped her fingers down ln9lde her frock and brought out tho folded paper. Chris took It. It was still warm from Its contact with her, but Chris was too ab sorbed In the business In hand to notice other than mechanically what would nor mally have been such a sweet detail for a lover. "Do you know what that Is?" demanded Molly. "Looks llko a map." "It Is a map. It's tho one that Charles Sanderson lost I found It In Mrs. Lee's room." "You found It? You stole It. you mean?" said Brent rather harshly. And then his sense of humor ptfcklng at him again, he remembered that ho himself had stolen It from Fritz nnd that Charles Sanderson had stolen it rrom tho admiralty. "Everything's fair In lovo and war," de fended Molly, "and this is both love and war." '"Diamond, Diamond, what hast thou done? " quoted Brent half to hlmself. How do you know anything about It?" ho added. "I saw Mrs. Lee slipping a paper Into her handkerchief sachet as I was passing her room on my way to dress for dinner. I shouldn't have thought anything of It, al though there was something odd about the way she took It out of her dress and slipped It Into tho lining of tho sachet, but when father told mo about Mr. Sanderson's loss I wondered If perhaps this had anything to do wlthit so I ran up and stolo It, as you fifty. I see. You say everything's fair In love and war, Molly. Nearly everything's fair In war, though not quite all, by a long chalk. You can't bo to scrupulous about that, because the thing ceases to bo worth having If you tamper too much with tho methods. Tell mc. did you get this map i.aurst of Patrlotlc fen or, because you relt Mrs. Lee was a German spy; or did you want It because you thought all was not right between Mrs. Lee and myself, and wished to knock her down and out?" "A llttlo of both, I think," said Molly slowly, "but moro of the second. Yes I don't care If It Is wrong, Chris. And It was most of all because I wanted to save you. that was why I didn't mind what I did." "Molly, you are an angel and I love you for It But believe me when I tell you one can't be too scrupulous In love, Just as one can bo too scrupulous In war. You know I mean what I'm saying, don't you?" "Yes, I'm sure you do. Chris." 'Very well, then, it follows that I am not doing anything unworthy of our love, and that whatever I can't tell you has to do with something elbe. If there Is any thing about me that you find It hard to ex plain. Molly, It Isn't on the personal side at all, remember." "But It Is so hard," said Molly plaintively. "It you lovo me there shouldn't be jivti,l1 that you can't tell me about." ""'"Hail "Dear little goose, there are dozen, ei th ngs I wouldn't ever tell you about, nSJf this secret Isn't mv nwn n toil ... S" "Then It must be mora to you than vM.-'d love for me." mM Mnllv. ,na" WW.! "In a way, yes." , "Oh I" cried Molly, drawing awRy.frw. him with n stricken look in her eyes B J "Dearest, there Is one thing that do..n3 matters more than anvthlnir tWsnntt ri personal thing could matter mora than loV. J of course." ,' "Wnat is this thing that's so valuable -' "It's an Idea, Just an Idea, that's all -"An Idea?" echoed Molly. "Yes. It may be work, or what peopl !l v-.. ....w. ...,v. Uuiii,i jctiun one; into ill strnncrA nlnrsn Knmetlmev n,, lit. ,." . v f Idea or an Ideal, if you prefer lt.Somi H thing In the mind, and everything haatn.1.. I way to It Ideas ara more Important' thta 1 anything personal, Molly.. That's what yen 'J haven't found out" ' , 1 Xfnltv a. lAfttln . ... 1.1 . ... - ..., v .wu.....B uy u nun in silence. 3 This was surely not the Chris she has Sti nuunu. iic, 6uf iuvcr viins, wno naa alwavi sa .... . "j"" " ii nu eeemea too blase and Indifferent to the rest t n.. world. Ho looked very grave, almost 'stern. sH and yet something In his eyes told her h"i wnj helna- fnnrt of tie,- aviMI,, it. .. .- v7 M'AP f-rllt.t tin nnaalKlw ,ll. 111.. ..... ... . 'Hi ...... wwu.v. ..a .u0,3iu.jr iaii i,no mar, ir ha $, "cio ii, uujiuaii nyy, sue wonaerea. lie xzA s nor. neon atjie to Dring a singlo proof of his Innocence, he had not , attempted to. Well, unless he were .the-most consummate hypocrite was ho? after all, he had lied to her about Mrs. Lee all day, but then he had lied badly, aha had known there u something behind It Chris' took the map gently from her fax fingers. "Shall wa say no more about It until to morrow, Molly?" ho asked. "Meanwhile 111 take charge of this. You don't know whit fire you havo been playing with, my dear." All tn1l..'H .n.nl.l.H. ....h . .. . .. .,u.,j a Dua,i,iuiia uaiiio surging DICK at her, but not personal suspicious this tlma. She had actually forgotten the issues be tween Mrs. Lee and Brent In the dread lest It were true that Chris was, after all, that most contemptible of beings a man "spying against his own country. She snatched ths map back from hjm. ' "Chris, I can't let It'go at that; you cant talk ma over. O, I don't know what to think. I'm so miserable. Do tell me the truth and lot me help you. If youdoa't, father " "Well, what do going to do?" "O, you know what ha Is. He's going straight to tho police to have you arrested." "I say," said Brent, thoughtfully, "that would be awkward, That might have very unpleasant consequences, Indeed." He kept his hands over hers, which-still held th' map, and thought rapidly. To telUMolly the truth was out of the question; She was too young, too Inexperienced In hiding her fcollngs for that to be safe. In fact. It would be utterly unjustifiable. Better rup ture all his personal relationships than run such a risk. But It was not the breaking of any 'tie which was worrying Brent now. It was the fact that because of this bold and unfore seen move on tho part ot the enemy all his plans might come to nothing, the sub marine get away, the house be burned. To tako Mr. Pollock Into his confidence wai moro Impossible than to tell Molly. H might Just as well shout his secret from the housetops. He could hardly help smil ing as he Imagined how Mr. Pollock wmila thinly hn tv.is hphnvltae- ns llfmnl fn lha .Qn. k dersons, whilo all the time the glare of his eye, the purple of his countenance, and his surprise, lnd'gnatlon, and alarm would-be as plain for the Sandersons to read as one of their own ciphers. (CONTINUED TOMORROW) ,i you mean, what's hi & 1 PHOTOGRAPHIC REVIEW OF PERSONS AND HAPPENINGS MENTIONED IN THE DAY'S NEWS """ ' -(- " ', - MmmmmiwmmKmmmm ' ' i Copyright International rrirn Service. A SOLDIER'S LIFE IS NOT ALT. 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