"Well, I got some money now, and I show her who can buy nice
presents. She like me better than Hoffmann when I get more money than
he." Heinrich looked at the bills held in his fist, and then jammed them
back fiercely into his pocket.
"Where'd you get all the money?" asked Bob. "You didn't draw it out of
the savings bank, did you?"
"No," exclaimed Heinrich. "I earn it."
"Working for father?"
"No, for Mr. Wernberg."
"What!" exclaimed Bob, completely taken by surprise. He and Hugh looked
at each other in astonishment. This was a new turn of events.
"Yes," said Heinrich. "I do some work for Mr. Wernberg; he iss a
fine man too."
"What was the work?" inquired Bob. He remembered that Hugh had advised
him to watch their chauffeur. He never imagined, however, that even if
Heinrich was guilty he would be so bold as to confess brazenly that he
was employed by a man to plot against the United States. Still, he had
always suspected that poor Heinrich was not quite right in his head.
"I cannot say," said Heinrich.
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