Little did he dream that one of the visitors at Mr. Sutton’s found out before night that he had bought the paint, and that when messages were sent in every direction to look out for two German spies, information was also given that they would be in a red car that had more than likely been painted grey.
When Weston was thoroughly searched, many things besides the wireless station were brought to light. One of the detectives brought to Douglas a letter addressed in Lewis Somerville’s writing.
“Where did you find it?” blushed Douglas.
“In the count’s desk! I am sorry to have to tell you that it was my duty to read it before giving it to you.”
It was the letter Lewis had written from the Mexican border and no wonder Douglas blushed. He had made most violent love to her in this letter and had also spoken quite openly of the situation in Mexico from a soldier’s standpoint.
“Nothing is too small for them!” cried Douglas.
“But what an escape we have made!” exclaimed Helen. “I bet you that man has made love to every one of us except Lucy.”
“He had better not say anything sweet to me,” said that young lady. “Mag and I never could abide him.”
“Well, I liked him a whole lot,” sighed Nan. “He appreciated poetry so thoroughly.”
There were three young men who were secretly glad when the count and Herz were caught: Dr. Wright, Lewis Somerville and Billy Sutton. They did not wish to be ungenerous, but it was hard to have your especial girl monopolized on every occasion.