Ted struck one. Hurriedly he untied the two men, who were already questioning him excitedly and to whom he whispered assurances.
As they turned the corner (having left the building without trouble) Strong looked back. An auto passed north on Michigan avenue.
“That’s Winckel’s car,” he said. “We weren’t any too soon.”
Ted told the two men of the night’s adventures and they both listened eagerly. Strong was laboring under great excitement as the boy went on with his story. When Ted was through he placed his hand on Ted’s shoulder and said, quietly and very impressively, to him:
“I simply can’t tell you the things I long to say. You’re going to be a man, my boy! This is a day’s work of which you will always be proud.
“Knowing what we know, we can go to sleep tonight, awake in the morning with a plan as to just what we will do. I could almost cry with contentment. This news you bring is what we have long striven to learn, and along comes Ted Marsh—Lucky, the Boy Scout—and makes Canada and England his very grateful and humble servants.
“There are several things we know we can do now,” he added. “We had best take a night to sleep it over.”
“You are a wonder, Ted, my friend,” added Walker.
“Come, let us go,” said Strong.
“We are all weary. I hate to leave you. I’d like to celebrate, but I guess we had better postpone it until tomorrow. See you at eight.”