And something did turn up, though it was nothing the lads could possibly have anticipated. As they walked down the street a squad of German soldiers approached, in their center a man in civilian clothes. Lieutenant Strauss and the boys approached them.
As the three neared, the officer in command of the squad called a halt.
“What have we here?” asked Lieutenant Strauss.
“A spy, sir,” was the reply.
“Where was he found?”
“About thirty miles west of the city.”
“How does he account for his presence there?”
“He has not had much to say,” replied the officer, “but he did tell me that he fell from an aëroplane.”
“Does he deny being a spy?”
“He does, sir.”