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"Yes," they cried eagerly.
"Well, Will had the code deciphered and found out who wrote the doc.u.ment. It proved, by the way, that Adolph Hensler is one of the most dangerous and most wanted German spies in this country."
"And what else?" cried Mollie, who could never wait for the end of a story.
"The clever part of it," Allen continued, leaning forward, very handsome and eager in the firelight, "was Will's copying of the handwriting on the envelope."
"Sure," chuckled Roy. "I told him I wouldn't be surprised to see him start a life of crime any time now."
"Surely no experienced forger could have done it better," Allen agreed whimsically, while the girls waited with unconcealed impatience. "Anyway, he wrote a short note--a decoy--to Adolph in this handwriting, requesting an interview at the very spot where you girls came upon him."
"Oh!" cried Betty, in dismay. "Then it would have been better if we'd left him alone. We took a chance of spoiling all Will's well-laid plans."
"How could it have been better?" asked Allen. "Will started out to capture him and found you girls had beat him to it, that's all."
"Yes and they might have had a good deal more trouble rounding him up than you did," put in Frank. "From what Will tells us, you girls sure did do a neat job."
The girls flushed with pleasure, but Mollie, being truthful to a fault, put an arm about Betty and told where most of the credit was actually due.
"Why, it was Betty who thought of cutting him off," she said, while Betty vainly tried to stop her. "No, I'm going to tell the truth! And it was Betty that really captured him. She saw him go in the door, followed him, and was holding on for dear life when we came upon her."
"Yes, and how long would I have been able to hold on, I'd like to know," protested the Little Captain vigorously, "if you girls hadn't come along just then. No, sir, if there's any credit at all, it's got to be divided equally among us!"
"You'll be surprised to see how much credit everybody's giving you,"
chuckled Roy. "When you make your next debut into society, I wouldn't be surprised if they greeted you with bra.s.s bands."
"Goodness, I wish they would," cried Mollie eagerly. "For the first time in my life, I'd have a chance to feel like a regular soldier!"
"But Will is the real hero," said Betty quietly. "To go on working for your county, taking a chance on having people think things of you that you don't deserve, that sort of thing is the real heroism."
"And I'm so glad and happy," added Grace, who had been seeing happy visions in the firelight, "to think that all his friends had faith in him when he most needed it."
"You bet we did," said Allen heartily. "There wasn't one of us who doubted him for a minute."
"I wonder when he'll get here," said Amy, rising slowly and strolling over to the window. "I hope the colonel lets him out before twelve o'clock."
"Oh, he'll be here almost any minute now," said Allen rea.s.suringly.
"Meanwhile, suppose you play something for us, Betty--something soft and sweet to match the firelight--and you," this last so softly that none but Betty heard.
Smiling a little, Betty rose and walked over to the piano. Allen followed her.
"What shall I play?" she asked, looking up at him with a sweet seriousness, that made him want desperately to gather her in his arms and tell her--oh, so many things! Instead, he said:
"Play 'Keep the Home Fires Burning.' It's the most appropriate thing to-night. And Betty, sing it--sing it--to me----"
"If I can," she murmured. "You know what happened when I tried to sing it before--and it's apt to be harder to-night."
"Try, anyway," he urged; and so she began, in the sweetest voice in the world, or so Allen thought, to sing one of the most beautiful songs ever composed.
And how she sang it! Before she had half finished it, the girls were feeling for their handkerchiefs and the boys were staring hard into the fire.
She sang it again--more softly than before, and when the last sweet note had died away, there was not a dry eye in the room.
"Betty, oh, Betty!" cried Allen, leaning across the piano toward her, thrilling her with the new earnestness in his voice, "will you keep the home fires burning for me--so that when I come back--Betty, when I come back----"
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and held out a trembling hand to him.
"There will always be one--waiting for you," she whispered softly.
"h.e.l.lo, folks!"
They turned suddenly and found Will standing in the doorway. Then, such a welcome as they gave him! It made up to him for all these months when he had seemed to stand on the outside, looking in.
"Come over to the fire and tell us all about it," Betty commanded.
"Allen told us something, but we want to know the whole story--every little bit of a detail."
Will fairly beamed and entered into the story with the greatest enthusiasm.
"I really didn't do anything much," he finished modestly. "And at the end it was you girls that did all the work. I was just an 'also ran.'"
"But, isn't there something you left out?" drawled Frank, pretending to yawn and gazing into the fire. "It seems to me----"
"Gee," said Will, surprised at himself, "if I didn't really forget the most important part----"
"Now what are you talking about?" cried Mollie, while the girls p.r.i.c.ked up their ears and began to scent a new mystery. "What did you forget?"
"Well," said Will, his eyes twinkling, and speaking with exasperating slowness, "do you happen to remember an eventful night on Pine Island, when Roy went to sleep----"
"Aw, cut it out," grumbled Roy. "I guess I'll never be able to live that down."
"Well, what about it?" cried Betty, at the limit of her patience, while the other girls looked threatening. "Please, Will----"
"Do you happen to remember," drawled Will, "that on that same night you lost some jewelry?"
"Oh, you found it!" they cried, fixing him with four pairs of bright, incredulous eyes. "Will, where is it?"
"Some of it's here," he went on, pulling a small bag from his pocket and opening it carefully while they crowded around him, fairly smothering him in their eagerness, "and the rest of it's in the p.a.w.n shop. We found the tickets on him, though--"
"My watch!"
"My necklace!"
"My lavalliere!"
"My pearl brooch!"
These and other exclamations like them made such a babel of sound that the boys clapped their hands over their ears and looked at one another in comic dismay. This lasted so long that the boys had to pick up their caps and start for the door, before the girls consented to notice them.
"Where are you going?" asked Betty, while the other three stopped talking long enough to look surprised.