“I practically accused Kasker of sending out those circulars,” said Mary Louise, “and his defense was very lame and unconvincing. Listen, Grand’pa, to what he said. I took the speech down in shorthand, and that worried him, I’m sure.”
The colonel listened and shook his head gravely.
“Yes, Jake Kasker talks too much,” he confessed, “and much that he says is disloyal to our government and calculated to do much harm, especially if widely circulated. This is no time to criticise the men who are working hard to win the war; we should render them faithful support. The task before us is difficult and it will require a united country to defeat our enemies. I must talk to Jake Kasker.”
“Won’t it be better to let the authorities deal with him?” suggested the girl. “They’re certain to get him, in time, if he goes on this way. I believe I frightened him a bit this afternoon, but he’s too dull to take warning. Anyhow, I shall relate the whole interview to Chief Farnum to-morrow morning.”
This she did, but the Chief gave her little satisfaction.
“No one pays any attention to Kasker,” he said.
“He’s a German, and a traitor!” she insisted. “A woman’s intuition is seldom at fault, and I’m convinced he’s responsible for this latest and most dreadful circular,” and she laid it before him.
“A girl’s intuition is not as mature as a woman’s intuition,” the Chief answered in an impatient tone. “You force me to say, my dear young lady, that you are dabbling in affairs that do not concern you. I’ve plenty of those circulars on file and I’m attending to my duty and keeping an eye open for the rascal who wrote them. But there is no proof that Kasker is the man. The federal officers are also investigating the case, and I imagine they will not require your assistance.”
Mary Louise flushed but stood her ground.
“Isn’t it the duty of every patriotic person to denounce a traitor?” she inquired.
“Yes, if there is proof. I think you are wrong about Kasker, but if you are able to bring me proof, I’ll arrest him and turn him over to the federal agents for prosecution. But, for heaven’s sake, don’t bother me with mere suspicions.”
Mary Louise did not accept this rebuke graciously. She went away with the feeling that Chief Farnum was, for some reason, condoning a crime, and she was firmly resolved to obtain the required proof if it could be secured without subjecting herself to the annoyance of such rebuffs as the one she had just endured.
“We ought not to permit such a snake in the grass to exist in dear old Dorfield,” she told her girl associates. “Let us all try to discover absolute proof of Kasker’s treachery.”
The other Liberty Girls were as indignant as Mary Louise, but were too intent on their present duties to pay much attention to Jake Kasker. For the Liberty Girls’ Shop was now open to the public, and men, women and children crowded in to see what the girls had to offer. Sales were so brisk during the first week that the stock became depleted and once more they made a house to house canvass to obtain a new supply of material.
This kept all six of the girls busily occupied. Irene each morning rode down to the shop in the Hathaway automobile — wheel-chair and all — and acted as cashier, so as to relieve the others of this duty. She could accomplish this work very nicely and became the Liberty Girls’ treasurer and financial adviser. Each day she deposited in the bank the money received, and the amounts were so liberal that enthusiasm was easily maintained.
“The soldier boys have reason to rejoice,” said Irene complacently, “for we shall soon be able to provide them with numerous comforts and luxuries — all of which they are surely entitled to.”
So the new enterprise was progressing finely when, one evening, on reaching home from a busy day at the shop, Mary Louise found a letter that greatly pleased her. It was from an old and valued girl friend in Washington and after rambling along pleasantly on a variety of subjects the writer concluded as follows:
“But we can talk all this over at our leisure, my dear, for I’m going to accept one of your many pressing invitations (the first one, of course) and make you another little visit. I love Dorfield, and I love you, and the dear Colonel, and Irene and Alora, and I long to see all of you again. Moreover, Daddy is being sent abroad on a secret mission, and I should be lonely without him. So expect me at any time. In my usual erratic fashion I may follow on the heels of this letter, or I may lag behind it for a few days, but whenever I turn up at the Hathaway gate, I’ll demand a kiss and a welcome for
“JOSIE O’GORMAN.”
Now, this girl was in many ways so entirely unlike Mary Louise that one might wonder what link of sympathy drew them together, unless it was “the law of opposites.” However, there was one quality in both their natures that might warrant the warm friendship existing between the two girls. Mary Louise was sweet and winning, with a charming, well-bred manner and a ready sympathy for all who were in trouble. She was attractive in person, particular as to dress, generous and considerate to a fault. The girl had been carefully reared and had well repaid the training of the gallant old colonel, her grandfather, who had surrounded her with competent instructors. Yet Mary Louise had a passion for mysteries and was never quite so happy as when engaged in studying a baffling personality or striving to explain a seeming enigma. Gran’pa Jim, who was usually her confidant when she “scented a mystery,” often accused her of allowing her imagination to influence her judgment, but on several occasions the girl had triumphantly proven her intuitions to be correct. You must not think, from this statement, that Mary Louise was prone to suspect everyone she met; it was only on rare occasions she instinctively felt there was more beneath the surface of an occurrence than appeared to the casual observer, and then, if a wrong might be righted or a misunderstanding removed — but only in such event — she eagerly essayed to discover the truth. It was in this manner that she had once been of great service to her friend Alora Jones, and to others as well. It was this natural quality, combined with sincere loyalty, which made her long to discover and bring to justice the author of the pro-German circulars.
Josie O’Gorman was small and “pudgy” — her own expression — red-haired and freckled-faced and snub-nosed. Her eyes redeemed much of this personal handicap, for they were big and blue as turquoises and as merry and innocent in expression as the eyes of a child. Also, the good humor which usually pervaded her sunny features led people to ignore their plainness. In dress, Josie was somewhat eccentric in her selections and careless in methods of wearing her clothes, but this might be excused by her engrossing interest in people, rather than in apparel.
The girl was the daughter — the only child, indeed — of John O’Gorman, an old and trusted lieutenant of the government’s secret-service. From Josie’s childhood, the clever detective had trained her in all the subtle art of his craft, and allowing for her youth, which meant a limited experience of human nature and the intricacies of crime, Josie O’Gorman was now considered by her father to be more expert than the average professional detective. While the astute secret-service agent was more than proud of his daughter’s talent, he would not allow her to undertake the investigation of crime as a profession until she was older and more mature. Sometimes, however, he permitted and even encouraged her to “practise” on minor or unimportant cases of a private nature, in which the United States government was not interested.
Josie’s talent drew Mary Louise to her magnetically. The detective’s daughter was likewise a delightful companion. She was so well versed in all matters of national import, as well as in the foibles and peculiarities of the human race, that even conservative, old Colonel Hathaway admired the girl and enjoyed her society. Josie had visited Mary Louise more than once and was assured a warm welcome whenever she came to Dorfield. Most of the Liberty Girls knew Josie O’Gorman, and when they heard she was coming they straightway insisted she be made a member of their band.
“She’ll just have to be one of us,” said Mary Louise, “for I’m so busy with our w
onderful Shop that I can’t entertain Josie properly unless she takes a hand in our game, which I believe she will be glad to do.”
And Josie was glad, and proclaimed herself a Liberty Girl the first hour of her arrival, the moment she learned what the patriotic band had already accomplished and was determined to accomplish further.
“It’s just play, you know, and play of the right sort — loyal and helpful to those who deserve the best we can give them, our brave soldiers and sailors. Count me in, girls, and you’ll find me at the Liberty Shop early and late, where I promise to sell anything from an old hoopskirt to a decayed piano at the highest market price. We’ve had some ‘rummage sales’ in Washington, you know, but nothing to compare with this thorough and businesslike undertaking of yours. But I won’t wear your uniform; I can’t afford to allow the glorious red-white-and-blue to look dowdy, as it would on my unseemly form.”
CHAPTER IX
GATHERING UP THE THREADS
Josie O’Gorman had been in Dorfield several days before Mary Louise showed her the traitorous circulars that had been issued by some unknown obstructionist. At first she had been a little ashamed to acknowledge to her friend that a citizen of her own town could be so disloyal, but the matter had weighed heavily on her mind and so she decided to unload it upon Josie’s shrewder intelligence.
“I feel, dear, that the best service you can render us while here — the best you can render the nation, too — will be to try to discover this secret enemy,” she said earnestly. “I’m sure he has done a lot of harm, already, and he may do much more if he is left undisturbed. Some folks are not too patriotic, even now, when we are facing the most terrible ordeal in our history, and some are often so weak as to be influenced by what I am sure is pro-German propaganda.”
Josie studied the various circulars. She studied the handwriting on the envelopes and the dates of the postmarks. Her attitude was tense, as that of a pointer dog who suddenly senses a trail. Finally she asked:
“Do the police know?”
Mary Louise related her two interviews with Chief Farnum.
“How about the agents of the department of justice?”
“I don’t know of any,” confessed Mary Louise.
Josie put the circulars in her pocket.
“Now, then, tell me whom you suspect, and why,” she said.
Until now Mary Louise had not mentioned the clothing merchant to Josie, but she related Jake Kasker’s frank opposition to the war at the Liberty Bond mass-meeting and her interview with him in his store, in which he plainly showed his antagonism to the draft and to the administration generally. She read to Josie the shorthand notes she had taken and supplemented all by declaring that such a man could be guilty of any offense.
“You see,” she concluded, “all evidence points to Kasker as the traitor; but Chief Farnum is stubborn and independent, and we must obtain positive proof that Kasker issued those circulars. Then we can put an end to his mischief-making. I don’t know how to undertake such a job, Josie, but you do; I’m busy at the Liberty Shop, and we can spare you from there better than any one else; so, if you want to ‘practise,’ here’s an opportunity to do some splendid work.”
Josie was a good listener. She did not interrupt Mary Louise, but let her say all she had to say concerning this interesting matter. When her friend paused for lack of words, Josie remarked:
“Every American’s watchword should be: ‘Swat the traitor!’ War seems to breed traitors, somehow. During the Civil War they were called ‘copperheads,’ as the most venomous term that could be applied to the breed. We haven’t yet coined an equally effective word in this war, but it will come in time. Meanwhile, every person — man or woman — who is not whole-heartedly with President Wilson and intent on helping win the war, is doing his country a vital injury. That’s the flat truth, and I’d like to shake your Jake Kasker out of his suit of hand-me-down clothing. If he isn’t a traitor, he’s a fool, and sometimes fools are more dangerous than traitors. There! All this has got me riled, and an investigator has no business to get riled. They must be calm and collected.” She slapped her forehead, settled herself in her chair and continued in a more moderate tone: “Now, tell me what other people in Dorfield have led you to suspect they are not in accord with the administration, or resent our entry into the Great War.”
Mary Louise gave her a puzzled look.
“Oughtn’t we to finish with Kasker, first?” she asked, hesitatingly, for she respected Josie’s judgment.
The girl detective laughed.
“I’ve an impression we’ve already finished with him — unless I really give him that shaking,” she replied. “I’ll admit that such a person is mischievous and ought to be shut up, either by jailing him or putting a plaster over his mouth, but I can’t believe Jake Kasker guilty of those circulars.”
“Why not?” in an aggrieved tone.
“Well, in spite of his disloyal mutterings, his deeds are loyal. He’s disgruntled over the loss of his son, and doesn’t care who knows it, but he’ll stand pat and spank the kid if he doesn’t fight like a tartar. He hates the war — perhaps we all hate it, in a way — but he’ll buy Liberty Bonds and help win a victory. I know that sort; they’re not dangerous; just at war with themselves, with folly and honesty struggling for the mastery. Let him alone and in a few months you’ll find Kasker making patriotic speeches.”
“Oh, Josie!”
“Think of someone else.”
Mary Louise shook her head.
“What, only one string to your bow of distrust? Fie, Mary Louise! When you were selling Liberty Bonds, did you meet with no objectors?”
“Well — yes; there’s a wholesale grocer here, who is named Silas Herring, a very rich man, but sour and disagreeable.”
“Did he kick on the bonds?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me all about him.”
“When I first entered his office, Mr. Herring made insulting remarks about the bonds and accused our government of being dominated by the English. He was very bitter in his remarks, but in his office were two other men who remonstrated with him and — ”
“What were the two men doing there?”
“Why, they were talking about something, when I entered; I didn’t hear what, for when they saw me they became silent.”
“Were they clerks, or grocers — customers?”
“No; one was our supervisor, Andrew Duncan — ”
“And the other man?” asked Josie.
“Our superintendent of schools, Professor Dyer.”
“Oh; then they were talking politics.”
“I suppose likely. I was obliged to argue with Mr. Herring and became so incensed that I threatened him with the loss of his trade. But Mr. Duncan at once subscribed for Liberty Bonds, and so did Professor Dyer, and that shamed Silas Herring into buying a big bunch of them also.”
“H-m-m,” murmured Josie contentedly. “Then neither of the three had purchased any bonds until then?”
“I think not. Gran’pa Jim had himself tried to sell Mr. Herring and had been refused.”
“I see. How much did the supervisor invest in bonds?”
“One hundred dollars.”
“Too little. And the Professor?”
“Five hundred.”
“Too much. He couldn’t afford it, could he?”
“He said it was more than his salary warranted, but he wanted to be patriotic.”
“Oh, well; the rich grocer took them off his hands, perhaps. No disloyal words from the Professor or the supervisor?”
“No, indeed; they rebuked Mr. Herring and made him stop talking.”
Josie nodded, thoughtfully.
“Well, who else did you find disloyal?”
“No one, so far as I can recollect. Everyone I know seems genuinely patriotic — except,” as an afterthought, “little Annie Boyle, and she doesn’t count.”
“Who is little Annie Boyle?”
“No one much. Her father kee
ps the Mansion House, one of the hotels here, but not one of the best. It’s patronized by cheap traveling men and the better class of clerks, I’m told, and Mr. Boyle is said to do a good business. Annie knows some of our girls, and they say she hates the war and denounces Mr. Wilson and everybody concerned in the war. But Annie’s a silly little thing, anyhow, and of course she couldn’t get out those circulars.”
Josie wrote Annie Boyle’s name on her tablets — little ivory affairs which she always carried and made notes on.
“Do you know anyone else at the Mansion House?” she inquired.
“Not a soul.”
“How old is Annie?”
“Fourteen or fifteen.”
“She didn’t conceive her unpatriotic ideas; she has heard someone else talk, and like a parrot repeats what she has heard.”
“Perhaps so; but — ”
“All right. I’m not going to the Liberty Girls’ Shop to-morrow, Mary Louise. At your invitation I’ll make myself scarce, and nose around. To be quite frank, I consider this matter serious; more serious than you perhaps suspect. And, since you’ve put this case in my hands, I’m sure you and the dear colonel won’t mind if I’m a bit eccentric in my movements while I’m doing detective work. I know the town pretty well, from my former visits, so I won’t get lost. I may not accomplish anything, but you’d like me to try, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, indeed. That’s why I’ve told you all this. I feel something ought to be done, and I can’t do it myself.”
Josie slipped the tablets into her pocket.
“Mary Louise, the United States is honeycombed with German spies,” she gravely announced. “They’re keeping Daddy and all the Department of Justice pretty busy, so I’ve an inkling as to their activities. German spies are encouraged by German propagandists, who are not always German but may be Americans, or even British by birth, but are none the less deadly on that account. The paid spy has no nationality; he is true to no one but the devil, and he and his abettors fatten on treachery. His abettors are those who repeat sneering and slurring remarks about our conduct of the war. You may set it down that whoever is not pro-American is pro-German; whoever does not favor the Allies — all of them, mind you — favors the Kaiser; whoever is not loyal in this hour of our country’s greatest need is a traitor.”
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