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prison camp (or anyone who breathed
a word about Fane. I thought it was a
hopeless task — until tonight.”
“You have something?”
"Something or nothing. The waiter
on the floor where F'ane had his room
is a F'renchman and for the four days
I’ve been here I’ve been nursing him,
taking him out in his free time, stand
ing him drinks, lie’s scared stiff but
tonight at a dance hall we visited
together, Jules talked.”
“And?"
"The night Fane disappeared.
Jules was on duty on F'ane’s floor.
Fane rang fora whiskey. Jules brought
it. It was past eleven o'clock and
F’ane was at the telephone. Jules
heard him say, ‘I'll come right away!’
and then he repeated the name of the
street ‘Lotsen-Kai’... ”
“Lotsen-Kai?”
“ ‘Wait!’ F'ane said then. ‘Hold on!
! I’ll write it down!’ and signed to
i Jules to give him a pencil, and he
wrote on the menu which was beside
the telephone. Jules was curious
because he knew that the Lotsen-Kai
was a street in St. Pauli, down by the
old port, a very low quarter and he
wondered what a rich young American
like F'ane could want there in the
middle of the night. So he looked over
Fane’s shoulder and saw he had writ
ten ‘Cafe Helga.’ The next moment
F'ane had tom of! the piece of paper,
seized his coat and hat, his bag, and
dashed from the room!”
“What is this place?”
"It’s a sailors' dive down on the
water front in St. Pauli, the corner of
the Lotsen-Kai and the Teer-gasse —
Oie Jansen's place, they call it.”
Dallas had drawn an automatic
from his pocket and was verifying the
magazine. Then he laid down his hat
and took from a drawer a cap and an
electric torch. “You go to investi
gate?" said Wolf.
“You bet,” Dallas answered.
“It's a rough quarter.” Wolf ob
served. “I think I’ll come with you.
I’ll take a morning train to Berlin.”
Wolf moved to the door. “Better we
don’t leave the hotel together. Meet
me at the comer of the Jungfemstieg
in five minutes. I'll have a cab.”
“Have you a gun with you?”
The other tapped his pocket sig
nificantly and crept out.
i The rain was relentless. In a thou
| sand dancing knives it beat down
upon the worn cobbles of the quay.
The bracket lamp at the comer, illu
minating the sign ‘Lotsen-Kai,’ gut
tered in its ring of haze to the savage
bufferings of the wind. In the flicker
ing light of the comer lamp they read
the sign over the ramshackle building
that made the angle of the quay:
‘Cafe Helga. Inhaher Ole Jansen.'
The cate was one-stoned, with a
single dormer window above, and it
was dark. The time was twenty min
utes to one and, at first, they thought
the place had closed for the night.
But as soon as they entered the
street, they were aware of its aban
doned air, with every window shut
tered and the board covering the door
placarded with tattered, weather
beaten posters flapping in the wet.
They tried the door. It was fast.
Round the angle of the house a door
with a window beside it was visible.
Dallas tested the door; it held. With a ■
knife he drew from his pocket, he
fumbled for a moment with the win
dow fastening, then noiselessly lowered
the upper half. “Shut it behind you!”
he whispered and disappeared inside
the house.
A fetid kitchen brought them to a
dance-room, with an opening in the
further wall and a line of recesses cur
tained with festoons of artificial vines.
A short passage, with a stair mounting
The Spider's Touch
Continued from page sin
from it, led to the cafe proper, with
the main entrance and a line of shat
tered windows giving on the street.
The air was dank and evil-smelling;
out of the inky blackness beyond the
range of their flashlights, the squeak
and scamper of rats came to their ears.
"There's nothing here." said Dallas.
"Keep your ears open — I'm going
upstairs."
The narrow flight led straight up to
a bedroom under the eaves, so tiny
that Dallas's flashlight revealed the
details in a single sweep — a camp
bed with a table beside it, a wash
bowl stand, a row of empty hooks
against the wall. The bed had not
been slept in. but there was a de
pression on the pillow as though seme
one had rested there.
IIe was [Hiking about the room when
his ear caught a sound from below, a
single, dull crash, followed by silence.
Two stealthy strides brought him to
the staircase. Wolf was a lanky
shadow at the ftnrt, facing the closed
door leading to the caf£. Dallas tip
toed carefully down the steps to join
Wolf. For a moment all was still,
then a rim of light showed under the
door and in the deathly hush both
men heard the rhythmic tap of a
stick, the clump of a limping foot.
Dallas breathed a single word.
“Clubfoot!” Silently pointing back
ward, he began to tiptoe along the
passage to the dance-room. There they
crept into one of the curtained
recesses and waited.
The door gaped. In the cafe, out of
their range of vision, a steady light
now burned; in its dispersed glow.
Dallas and his companion saw that a
man of huge proportions stood there.
He was enveloped in some dark, volu
minous ulster and carried his hat; the
massive head, set on the bull neck
and shorn to the scalp, showed a tri
angle of bristles, iron-gray and wiry,
that glistened in the dim radiance.
For a breathless moment the figure
ungerea. snaven pou cocxea at a
watchful angle; then it slowly veered
about and, with tapping stick, hobbled
laboriously back into the cafe. The
misshapen boot encasing the right
foot was plainly visible; its hollow
thump echoed through the silence
after he was out of sight.
The thump ceased and a deep and
guttural voice, speaking German,
rolled along the passage.
“Gr-r, how the cold strikes home!
You haven’t brought me here on a
fool’s errand, have you, you dog?”
In a servile tone another voice re
plied. “I obeyed the Herr Doktor to
the letter. I was over at the dance-hall
within a little quarter of an hour of
Irma’s calling you, and I never lost
sight of him all the way back to the
Astoria. ...”
Dallas groped for Wolf's hand and
gripped it tensely. "I was close be
hind him,” the voice went on, “in the
shadow of the newspaper kiosk when
he joined his friend at the corner of
the Jungfemstieg and I heard him
asking the taxi-driver if he knew the
Lotscn-Kai. I came across to you at
the Wein-Stuhe at once. ...”
“And let their cab get away,
sapristi!"
“We weren’t five minutes behind
them. We’re here first, that’s all!”
"How did he get on to the Caf£
Hclga in the first place?”
A nervous laugh. “I don’t have to
tell the Herr Doktor — the American
secret service is very efficient!”
Back in the stuffy darkness of their
recess. Wolf was aware that the figure
at his side had gone suddenly rigid.
“How do you know they're not here
already?” the harsh voice boomed.
"As the Herr Doktor saw, the door
was locked; the windows are fast
too. ...”
“There’s a back door, isn’t there,
Sehafskopf?”
In their hiding-place the two men
were taut with suspense as a flashlight
shone down the passage. “There’s no
one in the place,” they heard the
emissary report.
A soft whisper rustled in Wolf s ear.
“Quiet and follow me!” Dallas went
gliding away through the kitchen.
He pushed down the window by which
they had entered and leaned forth.
“The coast seems to be clear. Out
with you!" he bade his companion.
They climbed through the window
and went round the side of the house.
The rain had ceased and all was quiet
outside. Under the corner lamp Dallas
stopped. “Did you get that?” he
whispered to Wolf. “They take us for
the Feds. Come on!"
"Where are we going?”
"Inside, of course. He's expecting
visitors, isn't he?"
“But why must we go in from out
side?”
“Because he mustn’t guess we've
been in already — 1 can't stop to ex
plain now. The important thing to
remember — but only if we can’t
help giving our names — is that I’m
George Brewer anti you're his friend
and colleague. Clarence Wilson.”
“Wait!" Wolf was peering round
the corner of the house. “I see no car
— how did he get here?”
"Perhaps he sent his car off. as we
did, and walked. Or came by boat.”
“But how did he enter the house?"
"By the front dixir, of course."
Wolf shook his head. “I would have
heard him — I was only in the pas
sage, not a dozen yards away. The
first I knew there were voices in the
house, but rather faint, and I shut
the door quickly. After that, there
was a sort of thud; but I heard no door
open, I tell you."
"What docs it matter? Come on!”
Dallas led the way round to the front.
No light was visible through the closed
shutters. He laid his hand resolutely
on the latch and the dixir swung open.
A rumbling voice said in English,
"Good evening, gentlemen!"
A hanging lamp shed its smoky
radiance upon a man so massively
built that his chair all but disappeared
beneath the spread of that gigantic
body. Pauncht-d and flabby, but with
the hint ol tremendous power in the
muscular development of the barrel
chest and the disproportionately long
arms, he sat silently regarding the in
truders from under extravagantly
tufted eyebrows; his hands, large and
hairy; folded on the crutch-handle of
his stick; the light foot, shod in its
monstrous boot, slightly drawn back.
It was a forbidding face, ape-like
in its structure, the nose Hat and
broad with cavernous nostrils, the
mouth a gash parting coarse and cruel
lips; while the eyes burned with an
uncertain fire that spoke of excesses
of rage, sudden and uncontrollable.
He was fantastically hirsute, with
hands and cheekbones darkly thatched
and little tendrils of hair sprouting
at the nostrils and the ungainly pro
truding ears.
He said ingratiatingly, in excellent
English. "Might I ask you to have the
goodness to come inside? Hans, shut
the door!" A thick-set individual, who
emerged from behind the bar drew
the door to without a sound.
“Would you leave our guests stand
ing? Chairs, Eat!!”
They sat down and silently, the big
man jerked his head towards the
passage as a sign to his underling to
withdraw. He emitted a cackling
laugh. “Well, shall I give you a lead?
You’re American secret service men,
are you not?”
The eyes, sharply vigilant, were
never still, as though on the alert to
pluck from the shadows tieyond the
circle of light any shape that lurked
there. While he talked he seemed to he
listening, too, his large head cocked at
an angle. Squatted in his chair, his
chin sunk on his weighty chest above
the ample paunch, he was like some
giant spider waiting for its prey.
“And if we are?” said Dallas.
“You’ve been to the Hamburg
police about Fane, nicht water? To the
Gestapo in Berlin too, I heard?” He
snapped his fingers airily. “Let’s see,
how was your name again?”
Dallas laughed. “What does it mat
ter? It would be. an alias, anyway!”
The German grunted. “You’ve
come here in search of a certain
packet, nicht wain? Well, you'll not
find it at the Cafe Helga — no. not
within five hundred miles of it!"
“So I gather,” Dallas replied imper
turbably. “Our people in Brussels are
negotiating with your man, Bartels,
about it, aren’t they?”
An indignant snort broke from the
cavernous chest. “ Ja. and would you
believe it, your State Department has ^
had the effrontery to suggest that the
plans wc offered might be fakes?”
"Why not?” said Dallas casually.
"It strikes me as a good suggestion!”
The llerr Ifoktor did not take this
pleasantry amiss. “Pardon me, I have
my reputation to consider,” he
pointed out with dignity. "With
every Power ill the world busily in
creasing its armaments, military in
formation is to-day a commodity like
anything else, and I'm the largest
wholesaler in the field. At seventy-five
thousand dollars those plans are dirt
cheap and your people know it. At this
very moment 1 could name another
government which is prepared to pay
handsomely for them ”
“Then why not sell to them?”
Grundt’s mouth closed with a snap.
“Because those plans are worth more •
to yours " One elbow propped on his
thigh, he leaned forward. "Why not
get authority from Washington to
handle the matter? We shan’t quarrel
alxiut terms and listen,” — his eyes
were mere slits — “I’ll take care of
you two in the way of commission."
He prrxided the Englishman's leg with
his stick. “What do you say?” *
"Not interested." was the curt
answer. "We want Fane; where is he?”
The tufted eyebrows came down
swiftly. "Fane?” Grundt echoed sus
piciously. "Why do you want Fane?”
"Our job is to turn him over to the
folks back home for trial.”
"Why bother about Fane? Those
plans are more important surely.”
"Orders are orders, that's why! If
you want to do business with us.
Doctor, we must have the facts. Now,
wc know you got the plans from Fane
— the question is, how? Did he sell
them to you, or what?"
“Say rather,” the German observed,
"that he bartered them for a pair of
rosy lips!” He smiled seraphtcally.
"Meaning the I.assagne woman?”
The hot eyes were mocking. “AT, ri,
junter Herr, you know all my little
secrets!"
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joint?"
Grundt simpered gently. "You'd
better ask the lady."
"It's you I'm asking. Did he meet
his Jap here?”
The German shrugged. "As it hap
pens, I was delayed on my way here.
The police were displaying incon
venient curiosity as to my move
ments that night, and when I arrived,
the gentleman in question had already
taken hisdeparture.”
"What gentleman? The Jap, is it?
Where did he go?"
Grundt shook his head. “I can’t
tell you. Jansen could, I daresay, but
he was nabbed in the raid.”
"Raid? What raid?”
"The police. Looking for me.” His*’
tone was mild. "Scarcely had I arrived
when they descended upon the place.”
"What became of Fane and the
woman?”
“They got away, thanks to me.”
“And where did they go?”
He shrugged. "Where do lovers go?
Cannes. Capri. Villa d'Este ...”
Dallas looked at him hard — the
German's eves were polite and
friendly. "We have only your word
for it,” Dallas remarked. “You claim
a woman wheedled the plans away
from him; but a tap on the head would *
have done as well!”
The other smiled. "You wouldn't
say that if you'd ever seen her.
Entzucktnd!” He kissed the tips of his
fingers gaily. “But very expensive.”
He chuckled.
"As to that,” said Dallas, "money
meant nothing to Fane. His family is
one of the richest in the United States!”
“DonntTweUtT/” Grundt seemed im
pressed, frowning to himself. “I take
it, since you two gentlemen have your
orders to apprehend the young man, i
that the State Department is con* j
vinced of his guilt?”
"Absolutely,” Dallas replied, “and j
we’re relying on your help to find him.” !
"Tchah!" said the big man airily.
"The matter is not so simple as you
think. I have long since dismissed the
young man and his inamorata from
my mind and, to tell you the truth,
at the present moment I haven't the ,
least idea where they may be!”
The words died on his lips. Then he
was out of his chair, kicking it out of
his way with his crippled foot and
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