"Leary! So you're the one who does the Desperate Desmond act and rescues gentlemen in distress?"
"Yes Mr. Grant. And do you feel like answering any questions?"
"If they are necessary."
"They're necessary all right. If you'll just come over here on the dock, please. Muldoon's got a prisoner. Saw him running away from the dock here and tripped him up. He'll confess, all right."
Grant followed the patrolman into the warehouse. Muldoon clutched a cringing form. "That's no one I know, Muldoon. He is probably a confederate."
"He said he did it all, Mr. Grant."
"A favorite tale with these German spies, Muldoon. Here you!" He grasped the spy suddenly. "I want you to tell the truth and to tell it quick. Where's the foreman of this dock?"
The spy swallowed with evident effort, and then gasped out:
"Gone to a labor meeting."
"He gave you orders to cut those hawsers didn't he?"