ng through.'

Blenkiron was settled in his chair again, with one leg hoisted over the
side.

'We've closed a fair number of his channels in the last few months. No,
he don't suspect me. The world knows nothing of its greatest men, and
to him I'm only a Yankee peace-crank, who gives big subscriptions to
loony societies and will travel a hundred miles to let off steam before
any kind of audience. He's been to see me at Claridge's and I've
arranged that he shall know all my record. A darned bad record it is
too, for two years ago I was violent pro-British before I found
salvation and was requested to leave England. When I was home last I
was officially anti-war, when I wasn't stretched upon a bed of pain. Mr
Moxon Ivery don't take any stock in John S. Blenkiron as a serious
proposition. And while I've been here I've been so low down in the
social scale and working in so many devious ways that he can't connect
me up ... As I was saying, we've cut most of his wires, but the biggest
we haven't got at. He's still sending stuff out, and mighty
compromising stuff it is. Now listen close, Dick, for we're coming near
your own business.'

It appeared that Blenkiron had reason to suspect that the channel still
open had something to do with the North. He couldn't get closer than
that, till he heard from his people that a certain Abel Gresson had
turned up in Glasgow from the States. This Gresson he discovered was
the same as one Wrankester, who as a leader of the Industrial Workers
of the World had been mixed up in some ugly cases of sabotage in
Colorado. He kept his news to himself, for he didn't want the police to
interfere, but he had his own lot get into touch with Gresson and
shadow him closely. The man was very discreet but very mysterious, and
he would disappear for a week at a time, leaving no trace. For some
unknown reason--he couldn't explain why--Blenkiron had arrived at the
conclusion that Gresson was in touch with Ivery, so he made experiments
to prove it.

'I wanted various cross-bearings to make certain, and I got them the
night before last. My visit to Biggleswick was good business.'

'I don't know what they meant,' I said, 'but I know where they came in.
One was in your speech when you spoke of the Austrian socialists, and
Ivery took you up about them. The other was after supper when he quoted
the _Wieser Zeitung_.'

'You're no fool, Dick,' he said, with his slow smile. 'You've hit the
mark first shot. You kn