"This is one of our--er--best--apartments," he said, with an air of
hesitation, as though he had been about to call it a cell but had
thought better of it. "I hope you will be comfortable here."
"We might be if we knew what was going to happen to us and what it's all
about," returned Blake, with a grim smile.
"That is information I could not give you, were I at liberty to do so,
sir," answered the orderly. "Your solicitor will act for you, I have no
doubt."
Following the advice of Captain Bedell, the boys had communicated with
some of their moving picture friends in London, with the result that a
solicitor, or lawyer, as he would be called in the United States,
promised to act for the boys. He was soon to call to see them, and,
meanwhile, they were waiting in their "apartment."
"I wonder how it all happened?" mused Joe, as he looked from one of the
barred windows at the not very cheerful prospect of roofs and chimneys.
"And what is the charge?" asked Charlie. "We can't even find that out."
"It practically amounts to being charged with being spies," said Blake.
"That is what I gather from the way we are being treated. We are held as
spies!"
"And Uncle Sam is fighting for the Allies!" cried Joe.
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