'You're no fool, Dick,' he said, with his slow smile. 'You've hit
the mark first shot. You know me and you could follow my
process of thought in those remarks. Ivery, not knowing me so
well, and having his head full of just that sort of argument, saw
nothing unusual. Those bits of noos were pumped into Gresson
that he might pass them on. And he did pass them on - to ivery.
They completed my chain.'

'But they were commonplace enough things which he might
have guessed for himself.'

'No, they weren't. They were the nicest tit-bits of political noos
which all the cranks have been reaching after.'

'Anyhow, they were quotations from German papers. He might
have had the papers themselves earlier than you thought.'

'Wrong again. The paragraph never appeared in the _Wieser _Zeitung.
But we faked up a torn bit of that noospaper, and a very pretty bit
of forgery it was, and Gresson, who's a kind of a scholar, was
allowed to have it. He passed it on. Ivery showed it me two nights
ago. Nothing like it ever sullied the columns of Boche journalism.
No, it was a perfectly final proof ... Now, Dick, it's up to you to
get after Gresson.'

'Right,' I said. 'I'm jolly glad I'm to start work again. I'm
getting fat from lack of exercise. I suppose you want me to catch
Gresson out in some piece of blackguardism and have him and
Ivery snugly put away.'