spies to be can make blunders it seems. This Adolph Tuessig has queered his game in a number of ways, starting with his not finding more than a part of my father's papers."
Tom put an arm about his chum, and together they made their way along the deck.
"Where's Bessie?" suddenly asked Jack, noticing the absence of the girl.
"I think she must have fled from beside us." replied Tom; "though I didn't see her go. Perhaps she feared that her guardian might be concealed somewhere around and might learn of her presence. She is afraid of Mr. Potzfeldt, you know. How her people ever came to leave her in charge of such a man, I can't imagine, for she says they were English and French, and he—Well, we believe him to be thoroughly pro-German, even if he has become an American citizen."
"He's a relative of her mother's she told me," Jack explained. "And he had such an influence over the poor lady that after her death it was found he had been made Bessie's guardian, and had control of the money. I told Bessie I was sure that man must have been able to hypnotize her sick mother, to cause her to make such a will. I hate his queer eyes; they give me a strange feeling whenever he looks at me."
