colonel chuckled.

"You have your way lost!' Eh ?" he said, with a smile. "You're
right -- he was no Englishman! Go on!"

When he had finished, the colonel brought down his fist on his
desk with a great blow.


"You've done very well, Fleming -- that's your name? -- very well,
indeed," he said, heartily. "We know London is covered with spies
but we have flattered ourselves that it didn't matter very much
what they found, since there was no way that we could see for them
to get their news to their headquarters in Germany. But now --"

He frowned thoughtfully.

"They might be able to set up a. chain of signalling stations,"
he said. "The thing to do would be to follow them, eh? Do you
think you could do that? You might use a motorcycle -- know how
to ride one?"

"Yes, sir," said Harry.

"Live with your parents, do you? Would they let you go? I don't
think it would be very dangerous, and you would excite less
suspicion than a man. See if they will let you turn yourself over
to me for a few days. Pick out another scout to go with you, if
you like. Perhaps two of you would be better than one. Report to
me in the morning. I'll write a note to your scoutmaster -- Mr.