It was a funny jumble."
"But about that uniform?" Jane persisted.
"When the old man got to ragging me a bit, I felt I must do something to
convince him I was all right. I suggested trying to get a British
uniform and maybe learning thereby some secrets. It delighted him
hugely. Of course I just went down to Colonel Brook-White and got my own
uniform, and that was all there was to that."
"It puzzled Mr. Carter, though, how you got it in and out of the house.
He used to open every bundle that came for Mr. Hoff."
Sir Frederic laughed delightedly.
"I had a messenger who used to bring it back and forth in a big lady's
hat-box. It always was addressed to you, my dear, but the boy had
instructions to deliver it to me."
"Humph," snapped Jane with mock indignation. "And when did you first
find out that I was helping Chief Fleck watch you?"
"I suspected it from the start. Kramer told me how you'd become
acquainted with him. Then when I heard you 'phoning Carter about the
bookstore I knew for certain."
"Oh, that's one thing now I wanted to ask about--those messages Hoff
left in the bookstore. Who were they for?"
"Instructions to a German advertising agency on how to word some
advertisements that contained a code."
"Oh, those Dento advertisements?"
"You knew about them?" cried Seymour in astonishment.
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