ch will ruin the
Anglo-Saxon people more effectively than they ruined Germany."

"But how?" she asked, bewildered.

"They are going to buy corn," he repeated, "at our price, corn which is
stored in Germany."

"But what nonsense!" she said scornfully, "I don't know very much about
harvests and things of that kind, but I know that most of the world's
wheat comes from America and from Russia."

"The Russian wheat will be in German granaries," he said softly, "the
American wheat--there will be no American wheat."

And then his calmness deserted him. The story of the Green Rust burst
out in a wild flood of language which was half-German and half-English.
The man was beside himself, almost mad, and before his gesticulating
hands she shrank back into the corner of the car. She saw his silhouette
against the window, heard the roar and scream of his voice as he babbled
incoherently of his wonderful scheme and had to piece together as best
she could his disconnected narrative. And then she remembered her work
in Beale's office, the careful tabulation of American farms, the names
of the sheriffs, the hotels where conveyances might be secured.

So that was it! Beale had discovered the plot, and had already moved to
counter this devilish plan. And she remembered the man who had come to
her room in mistake for van Heerden's and the phial of green sawdust he
carried and Beale's look of horror when he examined it. And suddenly she
cried with such vehemence that his flood of talk was stopped:

"Thank God! Oh, thank God!"

"What--what do you mean?" he demanded suspiciously. "What are you
thanking God about?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing." She was her eager, animated self. "Tell me some
more. It is a wonderful story. It is true, is it not?"

"True?" he laughed harshly, "you shall see how true it is. You shall see
the world lie at the feet of German science. To-morrow the word will go
forth. Look!" He clicked on a little electric light and held out his
hand. In his palm lay a silver watch.

"I told you there was a code" (she was dimly conscious that he had
spoken of a code but she had been so occupied by her own thoughts that
she had not caught all that he had said). "That code was in this watch.
Look!"

He pressed a knob and the case flew open. Pasted to the inside of the
case was a circular piece of paper covered with fine writing.

"When you found that ticket you had the code in your hands," he
chuckled; "if you or your friend