"Do you want to hear about it?" he said.

"Proceed with your narrative," I told him; "begin at the beginning, go
on till you come to the end, then stop."

"Be sure to stop," Westy said.

Well, then Pee-wee went on to tell us about the kindly old gentleman. He
lived in a big white house, he said, with grounds around it and a big
flag pole on the lawn, with a flag flying from it. He said that the old
gentleman didn't talk very good English and he thought maybe he was a
German or French or something or other. He guessed maybe he was a
professor or something like that. Anyway, he took Pee-wee through his
library, picking out the books he didn't want, till be had given him
about twenty or thirty. Then they tied them up in a brown cord and
Pee-wee took them out to the Fraud car.

Well that's about all there was to it, and I guess nothing more would
have happened, if I hadn't untied the cord and picked up the book that
lay on top. It was a book about German history, princes and all that
stuff, and I guess it wouldn't interest soldiers much. Just as I was
running through it, I happened to notice a piece of paper between the
leaves, which I guess the old gentleman put there for a book-mark. As
soon as I picked it up and read it, I said, "Good night! Look at this,"
and I handed it to Mr. Ellsworth.

It said something about getting information to Hindenburg, and about
how a certain German spy was in one of the American camps in France.

Mr. Ellsworth read it through two or three times, and then said, "Boys,