"Right," he said. "I know him -- yes. I'll be going, then.
You'll give my message to Mercer or Young if there's any way of
getting the line clear?"

"Yes, if I sit up until my next turn of duty," said Burridge, with
a smile. "Good luck, Fleming."

Then Harry was off again. Dawn was very near now. The east,
behind him, was already lighted up with streaks of glowing
crimson. Dark clouds were massed there, and there was a feeling
in the air that carried a foreboding of rain, strengthening the
threat of the red sky. Harry was not sorry for that. There would
be work at Bray Park that might well fare better were it done
under leaden skies.

As he rode he puzzled long and hard over what he had learned. It
seemed to him that these German spies were taking desperate
chances for what promised to be, at best, a small reward. What
information concerning the British plans could they get that would
be worth all they were risking? The wireless at Bray Park, the
central station near Willesden, whence the reports were
heliographed -- it was an amazingly complete chain. And Harry
knew enough of modern warfare to feel that the information could
be important only to an enemy within striking distance.

That was the point. It might be interesting to the Gennan staff
to know the locations of British troops in England, and, more
especially, their destinations if they were going abroad as part
of an expeditionary force to France or Belgium. But the