"
"I hope not," said Sergeant Riley fervently. "I hope yez can make enough
ammunition to blow the bloody Germans clean out of France and Belgium and
sink every blooming submarine they have on the ocean."
"I hope so, too, Riley," said Mr. Cook. "There's no room in a decent
world for people who act as the Germans do."
"First of all though we've got to fix it so they can't interfere with
our factories over here," exclaimed the sergeant. "I wish we could catch
this gang."
"What happened to Heinrich?" asked Bob. "Did he get away?"
"He did not," said Sergeant Riley. "One of my men escorted him to the
police station where he'll be waiting until we want him."
"He didn't say what was on that sheet of paper, did he?"
"Not yet."
"Where's Karl?" asked Bob. "He was going to read it for us."
"I don't know where Karl is," said Mr. Cook. "He hurried off to look
after part of the factory just before the explosion occurred. He's a good
soul, Karl. I wish all the German-Americans were as loyal as he is.
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