it out of my apron
pocket, there's a dear----"

Her brother drew out the letter; his sister said:

"Mr. Renoux went away in a car with two other men. He asked me to say
to you that there was no time to lose--whatever he meant by that! Now,
I must hurry away!" She turned and sped through the hall and out
through the swinging screen door on the north porch. Garry had
already opened the note from Renoux, glanced over it; then he read it
aloud to Westmore:

"MY DEAR COMRADE:

"The fat's in the fire! Your agents took Tauscher in charge
to-day. Max Freund and Franz Lehr have just been arrested by your
excellent Postal authorities. Warrants are out for Sendelbeck,
Johann Klein, and Louis Hochstein. I think the latter are making
for Mexico, but your Secret Service people are close on their
heels.

"Recall for von Papen and Boy-ed is certain to be demanded by your
Government. Mine will look after Bolo Effendi and d'Eblis and
their international gang of spies and crooks. Ferez Bey, however,
still eludes us. He is somewhere in this vicinity, but of course,
even when we locate him again, we can't touch him. All we can do
is to point him out to your Government agents, who will then keep
him in sight.

"So far so good. But now I am forced to ask a very great favour of
you, and, if I may, of your friend, Mr. Westmore. It is this:
Skeel, contrary to what was expected of him, did not go to the
place which is being watched. Nor have any of his men appeared at
that rendezvous where there lies the very swift and well-armed
launch, _Togue Rouge_, which we had every reason to suppose was to
be their craft in this outrageous affair.

"As a matter of fact, this launch is Tauscher's. But it, and the
pretended rendezvous, are what you call a plant. Skeel never
intended to assemble his men there; never intended to use that
particular launch. Tauscher merely planted it. Your men and the
Canadian agents, unfortunately, are covering that vicinity and are
still watching for Skeel, who has a very different plan in his
crazy head.

"Now, this is Skeel's plan, and this is the situation, learned by
me from papers discovered on Tauscher:

"The explosives bought and sent there by Tauscher himself are on a
big, fast power-boat which is lying at anchor in a little cove
called Saibling Bay. The boat flies the Quebec Yacht Club ensign,
and a private pennant to which it has no ri