and when the colonel went in to the big office building, Beany
stood on the curb and looked around him. Beany was tired and
dirty and pale through the grime. He had had no supper. He was
low, very low in his mind. All that talk about college again.
Hang it! He had clean forgotten that hanging over him, and had
been enjoying all this spy hunting for its own sake.

The more he thought of that college education, the more he
glared. He groaned, and turned just in time to face a couple of
men who were hurrying across the sidewalk. They glanced a him,
stopped short, and the smaller man went dead white.

"Look, Ledermann!" he cried in a choking voice. "It's the same!
What did you give him?" He screamed suddenly, his face worked,
and grew purple. Then down he went frothing in such a terrible
convulsion that Beany bolted into the Colonel's car, frightened
out of his wits. A crowd gathered, and at once ambulance was
summoned, and policemen were taking the names of people who had
happened to be near; but no one thought of taking anything at
all from the Boy Scout who sat so still beside the Colonel's
driver.

When the ambulance had clattered away with its gong ringing
noisily, the Sergeant turned to Beany.

"Well, you did for him all right!" he said.

"What did I do?" demanded Beany.

"That's all right," said the Sergeant. "I have my eyes all