“Perhaps,” said I.
“He says he can.”
“I know, but—you say Edison is in Richmond.”
“We can rescue him. If you’ll only help me, Langston, we can rescue Edison. I’ll go to Richmond with papers to the commanding German general that will get me anything.”
“Papers as a German spy?”
“Well—yes.”
“You can’t get to Richmond. You’re a prisoner yourself.”
“That’s where you’re going to help me. You must do it—for the country—for my sister.”
{Illustration: AND ON THE MORNING OF JULY 4, TWO OF VON KLUCK’S STAFF OFFICERS, ACCOMPANIED BY A MILITARY ESCORT, MARCHED DOWN STATE STREET TO ARRANGE FOR THE PAYMENT OF AN INDEMNITY FROM THE CITY OF BOSTON OF THREE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS.}
“Does your sister know—what you are?”