"Yuh got them papers, and Keudell didn't—ain't that enough?"
"These are not the only papers Keudell was after. Either that man or one of his agents planted at Watervliet got our new coast-gun plans, our new seventeen-inch gun with the new Winton automatic breech-lock." Wilsnach looked down at his watch. "And in ten minutes it's up to me to be inside Keudell's house and going through it from cellar to attic."
"And just where'll Keudell be?" Sadie inquired.
"If Dorgan got away I rather imagine he'll be shadowing Dorgan."
Sadie suddenly backed away.
"And s'posin' that pink-eyed wop comes down here to raise a holler?" demanded the girl.
"Nothing could be more satisfactory," was the other's answer.
"And what am I goin' to do if that wire-haired Irish terrier beats it back here and finds out I've double-crossed him? What'm I goin' to tell him about them papers?"
"Those papers," corrected Wilsnach.
"Those papers," dutifully repeated the girl.
"You're going to give them back to him."
