"It wasn't Paul Koenig?"
"No, nor Bernstorff, Von Papen or Boy-Ed."
"Then it must have been Rintelen."
"I couldn't be sure—he changes his voice so often."
Dixie smiled again. Then she turned from the telephone.
"Mamette," she called. "Get me out a plain dress of some kind—something that I can 'rough it' in."
"Yes, Missy—but Laws, yo' ain't goin' to stick your head into danger, is yo,' Missy?"
"I'm going to find out what's happening at Crow Crossing," said Dixie with quiet determination. "Hurry, please, Mamette."
And while she made her preparations, Harrison Grant stood in the dusk, talking to the watchman of a stevedoring plant on the Jersey side of the Harbor.
"I'm from Chief Flynn's office," he was saying, "I received an order to—"