! &tetlt ",?.- A'V . i,. T'fP EVENING LEDGER-PHtLADELPHDV, TUESDAY,, SEPTEMBER 4, 191T e VHJT FATH tm. i,0i. M,.fpf. in thn xvnrUl is lHcelv to have his talc "spiked" at the last minir when an unexpected incident smashes the network of lies and .lays him open t exposure. It was just Brent's fortune to be caught up in his story as escape seenie certain, and Sandersons revolver again menaccu u; b " v. By LECHMERE WORRALL AND J. E. HAROLD TERRY t "V f; fe t;TAe Loifir, Slender, Accusing Finger of Light Which i Pierces the Darkness of the Sea From the Masthead of England's Scout Cruisers -Flashes Iiito West Crest Private Hotel While Searching the Waters for a German U-Boat $?' inhabitants of thetlfnited Stales Coast Country See the Searchlights From the Patrol Established by This Country and Its Allies Persistently Sweeping the Ocean and the Shore in Their Unrelenting Hunt for Enemy Agents :' J. A m J -- ,'U w !. : tf (Copyright by fcJwurd J. Clode.) srxoi'sis Th tory opens !n th West Cj"t prjvatfl hotel" in n Ennllah seacoost ""' "V," Kmland has lwn at wnr on tnnntli. MrtM.KANIlKltSON. th propritrn: itr ;oti, CHAhl.KH rlANHKHSIIN. srrliiK In thp him; lish Admiralty: Mil. rOI.MM'K. tho Jutl th" P-nc.., nl rinuhtr, Mot.IA. nlnetwni rHRISTOI'IIKR 11KUNT, Molly's nanre: MUM. MIRIAM I.KK. wfitnw of thlrtynve, th latent nrrlrnh .MISS MYUTI.I5. n iiplralfri FRAVMSIN HCIIROK11KK. R, colorls llttlj Clrman woman. rlMmlnc twenty sears or Kncllih naturalization: l-l'.NMCl'Irt. J ?ou,1e Knsilsh soldier, and FRIT, a servant In tha house, aro the entlro occupants of the hotel. Brent and Miriam ore representatives of The Iirltlsh Intellleenco Olflco. anO ilwrr on the reverse td of the Innnreiit-loolilni-fireplace a complete wlreles outllt. ...Alter (renin n meigo that a U-boat la waltlns onT the harbor for n, ulvcn stunal. llrent ills mantlea the Marconi. Thin discovery poM lively llnka up the Sanderson household with a KlEantlc flerman spy tlot destined to crlpplo Oreat Britain. I-ater. llrent sees titetrhes of the harbor made by Frauleln Hchreoder, who ho 1" con vinced Is tho bralna of the plot. The fact that there la an artist In the house nrrountj for the preaence of carrier pigeons, and llrent hoots one of the birds na It leave the house. He discovers a. sketch of the harbor de fense In a small case tle.I about one of the pli-eon's legs. Tho plotters decldo to burn the hotel that evenlnir, as a slenal In n. U-bort waiting; out at sea. They ulso plan to burn ail the Occupants. Meanwhile. Drent and Miriam romrleto tho details for the capture of tho German spies. Absolutely at a loss to account for the mini' upsets of their plans. Sanderson and his col leaiues determined to take Mr. Pollock Into their confidence. e.tplalnlnK . tffat Sanderson has lieen robbed of certain Admlialty papers. Molly. In despair at. tho nccus.itlc.ns lev eled at her lover, decides to exonerate Chris and starts on a tour of Invextlsatlnn. Hhe finds the map taken from the pleeon 's leg In Mrs. Lee's purse and returns to llrent to warn him as to Miriam's character. In order not to dlvulso any Information. Mrs. '" admits her guilt and sends for Sanderson, to "horn he confides that alio Is a tlerman r. To- 8 ether tha plotters complete details for tne estructlon of the house ami the Ret away. Pennlculk is stntloned by his coniniandlne offlcor on euard duty on the cliff, and llrent tells tha young soldier of tho Sandersons plans. Later, believlns every one to bo out of the living- room, llrent entirs. Ills rocket ''arch fight falls to reveal hand-rson stanrtlnj In tha shadow of the bookcase. In German Hands BHENT went to tho window anil, taking another electric torch out of his pocket, proceeded to send a swift westaKO it Into tho darkness. It cavo really n charmliiB ftect as tho bright spots of electricity wcro twirled this way and that, malting mi Interweaving" pattern of beams lost as coon as made, as though some tragic web were being woven on nn Invisible loom. Hut Charle3 Sanderson was decidedly not In the mood for admiring' artistic effects, and thus It came about that the electric light wits suddenly switched ti behind Chris and ho turned to find himself faced by Sanderson's revolver. "Hands up!" commanded Charles In tho best wild and woolly West manner. "Oood Lord, Sanderson, how you startled me!" And Chris with a Fmllo of relief let hH hands, which still held tho electric torches and which ho had Instinctively thrown up nbovo his head, drop ng.iln. "Keep them up, damn you, or you're a dend mnti." Chrln stared at him, but though his grin broadened ho obeyed. "Hash It air Sanderson, aren't you car rying this joko n, llttlo too far?" ho pro tested. "Co as you nro told, you swine," was Sanderson's Jmpollto rejoinder, forcibly de livered. "Ho you'rb tho spy, after nil?" llrent wagged his head nt him know Ingly. "Oh, no, you don't," ho said. "I've been had with that oneo today ulready," and his hands began to drop again. "Keep them up. That sort of monkeying may be very clover, but It's no use to you now, my friend. Tell mo nt once, what wcro you up to?" "Well, I wish you'd let mo put these bally torches down (Irst," Ktld llrent, plaintively. "I'm getting most horribly cramped." "Put them down here," ordered Sander son, touching tho tnblo with the muzzle of his rovolvcr. - "Thanks," said Brent moro cheerfully as ho laid them down; "thnnks awfully. Oof. Its devilish cold In this kit!" and ho made as though to plungo his hands Into the pockets of his dressing gown. "Put them up!" This In a kind of sup pressed yell from Sanderson. "Put them up and keep them up or I'll let n hole through you In another minute I" "Look hero, I'm slclc of theso Swedish exercises," prjtcstcd Chris. "Oh, all right, have It your own way," nnd ho once moro stood In tho prescribed attitude. "Now, then," went on Charles, "we'll liavo It out. What wcro you signaling for?" A beam of gratined prldo shono over IJrent's face. Ho gavo a llttlo chuckle. "Signaling? Did even you think I was sig naling? Hy George! That's good." Charles, too, smiled, but a llttlo wearily. "It's not a bit of u?o trying to fool nie, my friend," lie ndletl. t k ftty' i fr:me MM V-'. W&';-"M -vsmvgj" SgSES "Hands up!" commantleJ Charles in tho best "wild and woolly West" style "But I have fooled you," crowed Chris. "By gad, It's a bit of a score, taking you In ns well." "What tho davil do you mean?" "Look here, I'll tell you all about It, but do let mo put my hands down, I shall get heart dlseaso It you aren't careful J I shall, really. It's a great strain having to hold one's arms up nbovo one's head llko this.' "Oh, nil right, but keep them away from your pockets. Now, out with It." "Well," began llrent confidentially, "you swear you won't wiy anything about It at breakfast?" "Oood Lord, aro you a fool or mad?" cried Clmrlea Irritably. "No, I won't, say any. thing about It at breakfast. Now, go on." "Von know young Pcnnlculk's out on the rllrf there? Well, he was bragging today about signaling nnd I said I didn't bellevn he had had tlmo to get tho mibject up, nnd so to prove It I havo Just sent him a " "Message," Interrupted Sanderson, "l'ou understand It, then7" "Of course, I don't. That's Just where tho Joko comes In," explained tho delighted Hrent, "I only know tho first seven letters. I'vo cent him .1 spoof signal, but I'll bet you what you like he'll pretend tomorrow that ho understood It." Brent's manner was perfect. Ills story hung together well, and Sanderson felt at n loss what to be lieve. "So that's the explanation, Is lt7" ho asked. "Well, If I ero you I'd think twice lieforo I played that silly trick again. In times llko thl It'M liable to bo misun derstood. It's damned dangerous. In fact." "Dangerous?" Brent's faco sobered con Mderably. "H(w7" "Because I should have been quite within my duty If I'd shot you straight off wit., nut questioning you. It'H a punishable of fenso to send signals at night nowadays, That's why. "By Jove, I suppose It Is. But I fay. San derson, what the blazes aro you doing with that lcvolver? Vnu worn to have It uncom monly handy, don't you?" "My good llrent, In my work I havo to guard myself against all emergencies," re piled Charles a trllle stiffly. "But I'm not nn emcigency," said tho Ingenuous Chris plaintively. "Perhaps not." began Charles, but was Interrupted by Brent, who, apparently di verted by catching sight of tho box on the table, was moving toward It. "Hallo," ho asked: "what's that?" "Keep off It," cried Charles quickly. "That, Brent," ho went on In an lmprcs slvo manner. "Is tho reason why I am armed." "Tho reason why you nrc armed?" Chris looked In bewilderment from tho llttlo box to Sanderson and back again. Ho then raised the eyeglass, which was still suspend ed round his neck, and screwed It Into his eye for ti better survey. "It Isn't tho first time," Charles Informed him, "that ono of theso devilish contriv ances has found Its way Into this house." "Devilish contrivances? What In heav en's name aro you talking about? That llttlo box looks very harmless and well mean ing." "So do you, for that matter," commented Charles, not without grimness. "My dear Brent, the safety of this house has been threatened by an unknown hand. There's an Infernal machine In this box." "Uoud God, you don't sny so!" Chris backed away from the table, but Sanderson went toward It and lifted tho lid of the box. "Come and look for yourself," ho Invited tho trembling younu man. "O, no, not for tho world. For God's Fake, bo careful, Sandcrfcon ! Tho damn thing would rro off and blow mo Into smith ereens." At that moment n miracle rccmed to lake placo In the dimly lit room. It becamo filled with whlto light, stronger than sunlight, far mum ginimg. l'or ono second this ncrco whiteness held tho nlr, then swept on ns though right through tho walls themselves, nnd tho two men were left staring nt each other In 11 room that seemed suddenly to havo had all tho light wiped out of It. Brent knew tho game was up, so far ai ho was concerned, but ho mado Ills effort nil tho tamo. "By Jove, that's a flna rocket I Do you suppose thero's a hlp In distress?" he asked with, for him, a gleeful excitement In his voice, "ilockct bo damned," tald Charles rough- each other's gazoi each expressed under standing and a grim determination. "So that's It, is it?" naked Sanderson slowly. ' "That's It," replied Chris. "By Jove, you're a cold-blooded cus tomer," nnd thero was a reluctant admira tion In Sanderson's voice. Brent now plunged hlo hand", into his took place while Chris wna iii,.i nrettb and showed .Ills faco looking ,?.! yw, as 11 nua UDUnu 10 1)0 n tha i . clnre. but nerfnntlu ii.i ' "." Or 1 !. .!'! of ihd light nSfe .wuuciauiiu nice iook on Tor n" fleeti.L " ment tho look of a death'a i,..i V.1." n very deeply set In their- sockets A noo s of nhn.lmv. hii. 1.1. ..Vs SW firmly closed, wcro drawn back and fJilUV"l his teeth as ho smiled nt Brent Vh'1! second the room wns dark af;aln but t?."'1! .,.... ...u ..uhiiLiiiuii naa necn tm,. M to nn almost superstitious thrill aif Ch?" ..ism.', ft-v&a ffsara your obituary notice." yfM m near urent. You must noo for voi.iz:: that I can't afford to let you go 'a!? special privilege I will shoot you with i of your own bullets." And ho laid hw A revolver on tho tablo while ho gllll'ffl Chris covered with tho weapon ho h Ir At that moment a miracle seemed to take place in tho dimly lit room. ly. "ThutVa searchlight, and you know It. Where's It como from?" "I don't know," said Chris lamely. "Look here. Brent, I'm not satisfied. Hands up again! I'm going to inako sure about you. Hands up, 1 say!" With 11 resigned gesture, Chris put up his hands and Charles ca.mo toward him, always keeping him '0cred, and with his left hand ho searched tho pockets of Brent's dressing gown. In tho second ono ho canio on a re volver. Ho looked from It to Brent, who this time met him with a qulto different ex pression. Tor a Thomcnt tho two men held pockets and shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Ono can afford to bo cold-blooded when one's going to win." he remarked casually. "Going to win, ch?" asked Charles with a laugh. "My poor, dear friend in a few mo ments you will bo cold mutton." "What a nasty slmllo!" remarked Brent, returning to his old affected manner. "I suppose, by tho way, Sanderson, there's no objection to my having a last t.mole?" "By nil means," replied his adversary po litely, and ho pushed a box of cigarettes to ward him. Another swift transfiguration of the room "Smoking under flro, cnarics, still corded In "So you intend to shoot me?" ..Vl Chris pleasantly. er "M ".Most certainly. You'ro caught at if J m dear Brent. You must sen t !..! eannn h I. .V 1 covered In tho pocket of tho dressing g0t I Brent mado a gesturo with his han.?.V I of ono who uppeals to tha world at iVC "Who says Germans havo no eenssi humor?" ho demanded. "No ..,i 1 my death would bo complete unless vn,i' own peculiarly tasteful remarks were i?' eluded, my dear Herr von Mantel." "O, so you know that, do you?'.' ' "Yes. I ltnow that, and qulto a lot other things, too. I know, for instance tt you nro not going to flro on me." ' .J "Indeed; may I ask why?" ? "For tho very slmplo reason that t wmilil rnnsn tlio limine nti.l l.n tho last thing you wish to do." ' CJr' ",' "By Jove, y6u nro a plucky chap v-' seem to havo mado good uso of your ti? I must say." lttul "Yes," agreed Chris. "Diplomacy tu spy hunting aro amusing recreations for tin man who has to stay at homo," and turn Ing, Chris began to saunter toward ti window, ""; "Stay whero you arc," ordered Charla fiercely, "or you'll bo a dead man. I'll blow tho wholo lot of us to pieces with that boi there." i Brent paused and Sanderson sv,l swiftly between him nnd tho window mil keening him covered. What Brent' ,.! been mnnouvcrlng for had como to pil and making a dash at tho table ho snatched! up Charles's revolver. j Charle3 sprang forward, but too lat .j1 tho next moment the two men were looklwi nt each other over their leveled weapons "Shall wo call It stalemate, eh, melal Iierr?" nckpit Phrla wllli Ma i,ln,... i,.N "To hell with stalemate, and with yfal too," cried Charles, nnd aiming straight! tho llttlo box on tho tablo ho pulled tho hit. ger of his revolver. Tho hammer cllctai,' and that was nil. No detonation foIlowttT Brent was laughing outright by now. " "Checkmate, I think" ho observed. "A loaded rovolvcr, my dear Von Mantel, Is'ti bad weapon for a diplomatist. I never .carrl 0110. By tho way, I'm sorry to trouble yoj,'; but do you mind putting up your hanilit. It's very uncomfortnblo, I know, but It seems to bo tho smart thing to do he."' Ito felt conscious of tho bad taste of bit glbo even ns ho uttered It, for ho knew that ho saw before him a heartbroken ni".' In that moment Charles had realized that ho had been absolutely outplayed and tiot a loopholo was left to him. His ycars'of worl;, his ambitions so nearly realized, were to como to nothing. Ho Hung away the urclcsH revolver and knewv that his life,' what remained of It to him, was as futll as tho weapon. And there Is nothing more ridiculous than nn empty revolver in 1 moment of emotion. . (CONTINUED TOMORROW) l CAMP DIX AT WRIGHTSTOWN, N. J., NEARLY READY FOR THOUSANDS OF MEN OF NEW NATIONAL ARMY i ;'"-'" ' ' rt&'w,.V' .""vv '' ?m g k' aS?.Y; - 'i Li.--.L- .- ' ' ''' ' .... ii?''C?U ;' '. ' ' ; ,:V,-' V 'Pi 11'' ' '"v ' .f4h!jd ' MONSTER BAKERY WILL BAKE BREAD By'tHE TON "' P"0, ""'"" J H " 'VV T, i "Mv ??? v ROKIES NEARING COMPLETION i This biB structure is beigcor.trut y . ''y';. ' , iiHiiiHillt. si f W.V-'L . 1 - isHHHSsv . , f...V-'t ''' ?tv.tt'y$ OPhCERS' BAGGAGE ARRIVING IN CAMP jbTvy V w i(Vv. iiiivjiH vi tuiiuiiianiui.cu uimy iiicii wjiu win iiuvd cnargo ox iijo tniAKto Af tBO'sUtV" iltlll tiU.triilnlriM nf ihA uillintts am ,.A.iitinA Ih - CAMP DIX STATION NEARS COMPLETION Workmen are driving tho last nails in thp big wooden.train shed in which the tments of'the'.tv'S'iniMl 'the", training of; th soldiers for service in far- , hw wldlero .will arrive at .Wrightstowo. ,u 'Z (.") IMiltf'IVlsUL tl " . lis-" ssW CLEANLINESS WILL BE RIGIDLY ENFORCED Every precaution is to bo used to keep CamplDixsHhjrahd 'pleasant 1 Already signa aro poated- in front ff "f '"g, Vyf1'! , iTivalf';tli j - -A v;,l j " ' j ' -
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