action, the scouts dispersed. Dick, Mercer and Harry Fleming
naturally enough, since they lived so close to one another, went
home together.

"That was quick work," said Harry.

"Yes. I'm glad we got there," said Dick. "Old Dutchy's all right
- he doesn't seem like a German. But I think it would be a good
thing if they did catch a few of the others and scrag them!"

"No, it wouldn't," said Harry soberly. "Don't get to feeling that
way, Dick. Suppose you were living in Berlin. You wouldn't want a
lot of German roughs to come and destroy your house or your shop
and handle you that way, would you?"

"It's not the same thing," said Dick, stubbornly. "They're
foreigners."

"But you'd be a foreigner if you were over there!" said Harry,
with a laugh.

"I suppose I would," said Dick. "I never thought of that! Just
the same, I bet Mr. Grenfel was right. London's full of spies.
Isn't that an awful idea, Harry? You can't tell who's a spy and
who isn't!"

"No, but you can be pretty sure that the man you suspect isn't,"
suggested Harry, sagely. "A real spy wouldn't let you find it out
very easily. I can see one thing and that is a whole lot of
perfectly harmless people are going to be arrested as spies before