She could not doubt the evidence of her own eyes.
"What happened was this," continued Dean. "A woman--one of the society
lot--was driving down Park Avenue day before yesterday morning in her
motor. It had been raining, and the streets were muddy. At one of the
crossings a British officer stopped to let the car pass. One of the
wheels hit a rut, and his uniform was all splashed with mud. He burst
into a string of curses--_German_ curses."
"He cursed in German?" cried Jane.
"Sure," said Dean. "On the impulse of the moment he forgot his role and
revealed his true self--an arrogant Prussian officer."
"What did the woman do?"
"Reported him to the first policeman she met, but by that time he had
vanished, of course."
"What did Chief Fleck think about it?"
"He didn't seem to take the story seriously."
"Do you suppose it could have been Mr. Hoff?"
"It must have been he, or one of his gang, at any rate. I don't see why
the Chief does not order his arrest at once. He is far too dangerous to
be at large."
"There's no real evidence against him yet," protested Jane, "not against
the young man, at least."
"Didn't we both see him in British uniform?"
"Yes," admitted the girl.
"Well, that's proof, isn't it? A man with a German name in British
uniform in wartime can't be up to any good.
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