Explain exactly what
happened," he said. He turned to a stenographer. "Take notes of this,
Johnson," he directed.
Harry told his story simply and well. When he quoted the officer's remark
to the cab driver, with the German inversion, the colonel chuckled.
"'You have your way lost!' Eh?" he said, with a smile. "You're right--he
was no Englishman! Go on!"
When he had finished, the colonel brought down his fist on his desk with a
great blow.
"You've done very well, Fleming--that's your name?--very well, indeed," he
said, heartily. "We know London is covered with spies but we had flattered
ourselves that it didn't matter very much what they found, since there was
no way that we could see for them to get their news to their headquarters
in Germany. But now--"
He frowned thoughtfully.
"They might be able to set up a chain of signalling stations," he said.
"The thing to do would be to follow them, eh? Do you think you could do
that? You might use a motorcycle--know how to ride one?"
"Yes, sir," said Harry.
"Live with your parents, do you? Would they let you go? I don't think it
would be very dangerous, and you would excite less suspicion than a man.
See if they will let you turn yourself over to me for a few days. Pick out
another scout to go with you, if you like. Perhaps two of you would be
better than one.
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