Spies of the Kaiser: Plotting the Downfall of England. Le Queux William

old chap, as you've seen with your own eyes," he remarked to me.

      In order that the woman should not notice us, we told the chauffeur to meet us out on the Norwich road, after which we travelled to quaint old Aylsham, where we idled away the day, spending the afternoon playing billiards at the "White Horse."

      More than once during the day my companion examined the road outside for traces of wheel-tracks, but there were none like those of the car of those secret agents of Hermann Hartmann.

      I noticed that Ray had brought with him a small brown brief-bag, an unusual thing for him to carry. But that morning he had placed it in the car with instructions to the chauffeur to move it on no account.

      At four o'clock that afternoon he received a telegram, which he read through twice, and placed on the fire, remarking: