"Are you sure its Mrs. Gleason you want to see?" inquired Tom.
"Oh, cut it out!" advised Jack with a blush.
"You may see them soon now," the major told him with a smile. "And I hope you'll soon have good news of your father," he added to Tom.
"I hope so, too. The suspense is telling on me."
"I should think it would. Now don't leave this bit of paper about with the address of your new lodgings on. Better commit it to memory, and then destroy the sheet. We want, if possible, to prevent the spy from knowing where you have gone. I will call a taxicab for you. You can be packed soon, I suppose?" he questioned.
"Within a half hour," answered Jack. "But say, won't that spy be on the watch, and won't he learn from the taxicab driver where we have gone?"
"Not from this taxicab driver," was the smiling answer. "He is one of our best secret service men. But treat him as you would an ordinary chauffeur. You may even give him a tip, and he will not be offended," and once more the major smiled.
Tom and Jack, having made sure they remembered the address given them, destroyed the paper, and then proceeded to get ready to
