"How
could Heinrich take it? Hugh, you're going crazy."
"Isn't Heinrich a German?"
"He is."
"Weren't there a lot of Germans meeting out here in the old house
last night?"
"We think so. I still don't see what that has to do with Heinie."
"How do you know Heinrich wasn't here?" asked Hugh.
"You mean that Heinrich is a plotter?" exclaimed Bob, suddenly realizing
what his friend was driving at.
"He might bear watching," said Hugh. "He and that German cook of yours."
"They're both honest and reliable," exclaimed Bob warmly.
"Well," said Hugh, "I heard a story last night about two men coming to a
house where they had a nice 'honest and reliable' German girl and
demanding to see her. The owner of the house refused, and the men then
showed secret service badges. Of course when he saw the badges he had to
do as they said and he called in the girl. As soon as she came into the
room one of the men went up to her and grabbed hold of her hair. Well,
sir, it came right off her head and then they discovered that the maid
was nothing more nor less than a man, a German in disguise, trying to get
information for his government.
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