"I may be out of town myself for a while, so if I don't call——"
"I'll understand," Dixie assured him, with perfect verity. "Good-bye."
As the door closed behind him, Dixie jumped to her feet with a sudden access of energy.
"Goodness. I'll have to hurry like everything," she told herself.
She sat down at her desk and began to scribble hurriedly on a scrap of paper. Between lines she called to Mamette.
"Mamette! Mamette! Where are you? Hurry!" Mamette appeared in the doorway wiping her hands on her apron.
"Yes'm, Miss Dixie."
"I have just about half an hour. I want you to go down the street in that old second hand store and buy me the articles on this list of clothing."
She handed Mamette the list and some money. Mamette seized them and hurried out. Dixie turned again to her desk and scrawled a letter which two hours later was delivered to Harrison Grant at the Criminology Club by special delivery. It added another jot to the mystification which had been lending zest to his life the last few days. The letter read:
"Have notified the Chief of German concentration camps along the border preparatory to invasion of Canada. Hold yourself in readiness for a big raid on German headquarters at Exeter. Will keep you informed under name of Randolph Bruce.
"Operative 324."