HE INSTALLS HIS WIRELESS
Lawrence was on the lookout for him when he arrived at the Embassy, and
conducted him at once to his own private quarters, where they could be
absolutely alone.
“Now, Lawrence,” said Edestone, when they had made themselves
comfortable, “I want your assistance. Are you game?”
“Well I ask you, you old simp! Did you not initiate me, in my freshman
year, in the Ki Ki Ki, and do you think that I have forgotten the oath
that I took while sitting with my naked back within a foot of a red-hot
stove, my fingers in a bucket of red ink, and you branding me with a
lump of ice?” He went through with some ridiculous gesticulations to
prove the honours that had been bestowed upon him.
“I know, old man, but this is no college boy performance. Before you
commit yourself I want you to understand that you are running great
danger. Besides, I don’t think that the Acting Ambassador would exactly
approve, as it might involve the United States. Desperate situations,
though, have to be met sometimes with desperate measures.”
“Yours is a noble heart, Lord Reginald Bolingbroke, and the child is
safe in the hands of Jack Hathaway, the Boy Scout. Go on, I listen.
Your story interests me strangely,” said Lawrence.
Edestone paid no attention to this, but went on in the same manner: “I
can assure you that, except as a last resort, you will not be called on
to do anything that will be an actual violation of our neutrality, and
not even then until I have obtained the permission of the Secretary of
the Embassy. But from now on, Lawrence, you will be looked upon with
great suspicion, and you may have trouble explaining yourself out of a
German prison, if not from in front of a firing squad.” He eyed the
younger man keenly as if questioning whether or not he could rely upon
him, and upon seeing this, Lawrence altered his light tone and for once
spoke soberly.
“Jack Edestone, you know perfectly well that you can depend upon me,
while I know that you will not do anything that is not strictly on the
level, so what’s the use of saying anything more. I’m with you. What is
it you want?”
“Well, take me up on the roof,” said Edestone.
“Say, Bo, is that all?”
“Now be quiet, Lawrence; do what you are told. You will get a good run
for your money, so for Heaven’s sake do be serious.”
The roof, which was reached by elevator, was flat, covered with cement,
and but for the chimneys, a few skylights, and the penthouse over the
elevator shaft, was unencumbered.
Edestone first went over and examined this penthouse with great care.
He found as he expected a small free space over the machinery which was
entirely hidden from view and could be reached only from the roof of
the car when it was run to the top of the elevator shaft, and then by
climbing over the big drum around which the cable ran. It was perfectly
dark inside and one could remain there for days without being
discovered.
After thoroughly inspecting this, the inventor went over and examined
the tall flag-pole, first saluting the stars and stripes which were
waving from it. Finally, appearing satisfied, he led Lawrence to the
edge of the roof and stood for a moment looking over the coping wall at
the city below. He seemed to be establishing his bearings, but seeing
one of the soldiers who was stationed in the street near the Embassy,
he stepped back quickly.
“Come below,” he drew Lawrence back. “We must not be seen.”
Lawrence, who by this time was satisfied that there was going to be
some real excitement, led the way back to his apartments.
“Little did I think,” said Edestone with a smile when they were once
more settled, “when I used to chase you out of the wireless room on
board the _Storm Queen_, Lawrence, that I would some day make use of
the information which you got there, and which cost me a new instrument
and one of the best operators I ever had, but that is the reason I am
calling on you now.”
“Good,” cried Lawrence. “I am the best little sparker that ever sent an
S. O. S. over the blue between drinks of salt water, while swimming on
my back around the wireless room chased by a man-eating shark. And as
for a catcher, why, my boy, I can receive while eating a piece of
toast.”
“All right,” said Edestone with a laugh; “as your references from your
last place are so good you shall have the job. You took charge of my
trunks, did you not?”
“Yes,” replied Lawrence.
“Well, in the one marked ‘Black,’ there is a small wireless instrument.
The Germans know that I have it, and I realize that they let it get
through in the hope of picking up any messages I may send out. They do
not know, however, that I intend to send but two, and these will be
both of but one word each. If they can make head or tail of these, they
are welcome. Still, on Jones’s account, I want them not to know that I
am sending from here, nor do I care to have Jones know that this
instrument is in the Embassy. I want you to install it in the penthouse
above the drum, and I will assure you that if I ask you to send out my
two messages, it will not be until after Jones has given his consent.
Do you think that you can do this?”
Lawrence pondered for some moments. “Of course I can send the messages,
and I can install the instrument too, but how to do it without letting
the Secretary know or keeping the damn German servants from catching on
I don’t quite see.”
“I have thought of all that. The elevator is an electric one and any
person can run it by pushing the button. All you have to do then is to
unpack the wireless instrument here in your room, and after you have
adjusted it you can certainly arrange in some way to get it on top of
the elevator car?”
“Yes,” Lawrence nodded.
“Now my Mr. Black, who is at the hotel, is one of the best electricians
in America. He can install the instrument easily, and I will tell you
how. In the other trunk I sent up is a moving-picture machine----”
“Oh, I say, come now!” said Lawrence. “I suppose you are going to tell
me next that you’ve got a setting hen in another trunk and that you are
going to bribe Fritz and Karl with fresh eggs. And that’s no merry
jest; we haven’t seen a fresh egg in Berlin in six months.”
“No, Lawrence, I’m not joking. I mean exactly what I say. I have a
moving-picture machine with me and lots of films, interesting ones too,
and I propose to give a show right here in the Embassy. I will ask the
Secretary to allow every servant in the house to come in and see it. I
can keep them quiet for an hour, and during that time you can get
Black, who will be acting as my helper, into the elevator shaft and run
him up to the top of the penthouse. You can depend upon him to do the
rest, and all you will have to do after that is to see that he gets
down before I turn up the lights, when your absence might be remarked.
Isn’t that simple enough?”
“But how am I to get up there to send the messages when the time
comes?” asked Lawrence.
“I have not thought of that yet. You may not have to send any messages
at all, and if you do, it will not be for some little time, so perhaps
it’s just as well that you can’t get up there without my assistance.”
Then with a jolly laugh, which showed that although he was pitting his
strength and wits against the great General Staff, the most wonderful
machine on earth, he was as light-hearted as a boy, he said:
“You might, as you did on the yacht, want to see the wheels go ‘round,
or else you’d be sending messages off to a lot of girls.
“Now, make haste,” he directed, “send for the trunk marked ‘Black.’”
With the arrival of the trunk the machine was soon adjusted, and
Edestone having tested Lawrence’s knowledge, and explained to him again
exactly what he was to do, gave him orally all that was necessary for
him to know about the code that was to be used.
A little later, when they rejoined Jones, the Acting Ambassador, he
wanted to know what they had been up to. “Has Lawrence been giving you
the telephone numbers of some of these prospective war brides,” he
asked, “or does he want you to take tea with some Royal Princess? You
know, Jack, Lawrence seems to be quite a favourite in the very smart
army set. It appears that they have heard that his grandfather was the
military governor of New York. That makes him eligible. And besides, he
is teaching the entire royal family the latest American dances.”
“Well, if you care to know what we have been up to,” said Edestone,
“I don’t mind telling you that we have been arranging for a little
moving-picture entertainment here at the Embassy. Have we your
permission to go ahead with it? It would be a little treat for
the people here in the house.”
“Certainly,” consented Jones. “Go as far as you like. I myself will be
glad to see something beside battles and dead men. But why in the name
of common sense have you lugged a moving-picture machine all the way
over from America when you might have brought us some potatoes? I
suppose, of course, it has something to do with your fool scheme. Well,
as long as it doesn’t get us into trouble, and helps to take our minds
off this war, I haven’t any objection. When do you propose to have your
show?”
“I can’t exactly say as to that,” Edestone answered. “It all depends
upon Lawrence, who is to be my trap-man. He had better fix the date.”
He looked at the other conspirator with a questioning glance.
“We’ll have it tonight then,” said Lawrence. “I think I can get up my
part by that time.” He made significant faces at Edestone behind the
Secretary’s back.
“Tonight’s the night, eh?” said Jones with a smile. “Very well, we’ll
all be on hand.”
Edestone, after his experiences on the frontier, and his two days’
journey shut up in the railroad car, greatly enjoyed these evenings
with his old friends, the Joneses; and found pleasure in meeting some
of Mrs. Jones’s young friends, who were delighted when they heard of
the moving-picture show.
Later, while the Secretary of Legation and Edestone were alone,
Lawrence having insisted upon helping Black install the moving-picture
machine, Jones turned to his guest.
“I saw General von Lichtenstein at the club this afternoon,” he said.
“He seemed to be delighted with you, Jack. Said you were a fine young
man, and will not believe that you are not of German descent. He hopes
to present you when the Emperor returns to Berlin, which he says will
be in a few days. When I told him that you had not told me what your
invention was he merely laughed. I know he did not believe me. He seems
to think that the United States has something to do with sending you
over here. He is a sly old fox and I tell you to look out for him.”
He might have added more but Lawrence appeared just then and, imitating
a barker in a sideshow, announced that everything was ready for the
performance.
The entertainment proved a brilliant success. Edestone showed some
scenes from America which he had brought over to amuse the
distinguished audiences he had expected to meet in Europe. The pictures
showing him tossing great weights and men about the room delighted the
servants, but the Secretary only looked bored and Mrs. Jones did not
hesitate to say that she thought Edestone must be losing his mind,
travelling all around the world with such silly things.
But it answered his purposes. Lawrence soon came in and whispered to
him that Mr. Black and the wireless machine were safely up in the
penthouse, and if Edestone could hold his audience for a half-an-hour
longer the work would be finished.
Edestone then threw on the screen all the crowned heads of Europe,
taking tea, playing tennis, and laying corner-stones. He had some
especially fine pictures of the German Emperor. He was getting a little
nervous though as he found his supply of films running short, but at
that moment he spied Lawrence entering the door, who gave the signal
“All is well.”
The Secretary, after the entertainment, pressed Edestone to tell him
something more about his invention, but Edestone shook his head.
“I am purposely keeping you out of this, William,” he said, “for if I
get into trouble I don’t want to drag you and the Missus in with me.”
Then with the promise that he would move around to the Embassy in the
morning, he left for his hotel.