If the Germans are spying as
openly as all that, it must mean that they're getting ready to come
into Belgium. They wouldn't take such chances unless they felt that it
didn't make any difference now."
"Don't you think we could find him, Paul? If we could, we could have
him arrested, I think."
"Don't say a word--yet," cautioned Paul. "Uncle Henri would only laugh
at us. Let's wait until we can look at his papers, and see what there
really is there besides the sketch of Fort Boncelles. If that's all
there was in the papers, I don't see why he was so awfully anxious to
get them back. Perhaps we've done even better than we know, Arthur."
"All right, I won't say anything," said Arthur. "But you are going to
do something about it, aren't you, Paul?"
Paul laughed. He knew that Arthur was a little disappointed at the
idea of having to keep what they had done secret, especially as he had
probably rehearsed already the astonishment with which all those at the
dinner table would greet the startling announcement of the discovery of
the spy.
"I certainly hope we're going to do something about it, Arthur," he
said. "We'll slip away from the table as soon as we can, and then when
we're alone, we'll see exactly what it is we've got."
But at the table there was a great surprise for them. Their uncle
(though they both called him uncle the relationship was not really so
close) was not in his accustomed seat, and Madame de Frenard's eyes
were suspiciously red.
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