Part 10 (1/2)

”Then how did it get printed?” asked Mary Louise.

”That's what puzzles me,” confessed Josie. ”Three of the four big manufacturing concerns here have outfits and do their own printing--or part of it, anyhow--and I don't mind saying I expected to find my clue in one of those places, rather than in a regular printing office. But I've made an exhaustive search, aided by the managers, and there's no type resembling that used in the circulars in any of the private print shops. In fact, I'm up a stump!”

”But why do you attach so much importance to this matter?” queried Mary Louise.

”It's the most direct route to the traitor. Find who printed the circulars and you've got your hand on the man who wrote and mailed them. But the printing baffles me, and so I've started another line of investigation.”

”What line is that, Josie?”

”The circular envelopes were addressed by hand, with pen and ink. The ink is a sort in common use. The envelopes are an ordinary commercial kind. The circulars are printed on half a sheet of letter-size typewriting paper, sold in several stationery store in large quant.i.ties. No clue there. But the handwriting is interesting. It's disguised, of course, and the addressing was done by two different people--that's plain.”

”You are wonderful, Josie!”

”I'm stupid as a clam, Mary Louise. See here!” she went to a closet and brought out a large card-board box, which she placed upon the table. It was filled to the brim with envelopes, addressed to many business firms in Dorfield, but all bearing the local postmark. ”Now, I've been days collecting these envelopes,” continued the girl, ”and I've studied them night after night. I'm something of a handwriting expert, you know, for that is one of the things that Daddy has carefully taught me. These envelopes came from all sorts of people--folks making inquiries, paying bills, ordering goods, and the like. I've had an idea from the first that some prominent person--no ordinary man--is responsible for the circulars. They're well worded, grammatical, and the malicious insinuations are cleverly contrived to disconcert the loyal but weak brethren. However, these envelopes haven't helped me a bit. Neither of the two persons who addressed the envelopes of the circulars addressed any of these business envelopes. Of that I'm positive.”

”Dear me,” said Mary Louise, surprised, ”I'd no idea you'd taken so much trouble, Josie.”

”Well, I've undertaken a rather puzzling case, my dear, and it will mean more trouble than you can guess, before I've solved it. This pro-German scoundrel is clever; he suspected that he'd be investigated and has taken every precaution to prevent discovery. Nevertheless, the cleverest criminal always leaves some trace behind him, if one can manage to find it, so I'm not going to despair at this stage of the game.”

”Do you know,” said Mary Louise thoughtfully, ”I've had an idea that there's some connection between the explosion at the airplane works and the sender of these circulars.”

Josie gave her a queer look.

”What connection do you suspect?” she asked quickly.

”Why, the man who wrote those circulars would not stop at any crime to hara.s.s the government and interfere with the promotion of the war.”

”Is that as far as you've gone?”

”Have you gone any farther, Josie?”

”A step, Mary Louise. It looks to me as if there is an organized band of traitors in Dorfield. No one person is responsible for it all.

Didn't I say two different people addressed the circulars in disguised handwriting? Now, a bomb has to be constructed, and placed, and timed, and I don't credit any one person with handling such a job and at the same time being aware that the utmost damage to the War Department's plans would be accomplished by blowing up the airplane works. That argues intelligent knowledge of national and local affairs. There may be but two conspirators, and there may be more, but the more there are, the easier it will be for me to discover them.”

”Naturally,” agreed Mary Louise. ”But, really, Josie, I don't see how you're going to locate a clue that will guide you. Have you attended the trial of those suspected of the bomb outrage?”

”I've seen all the testimony. There isn't a culprit in the whole bunch.

The real criminal is not even suspected, as yet,” declared Josie. ”The federal officers know this, and are just taking things easy and making the trials string out, to show they're wide awake. Also I've met two secret service men here--Norman Addison and old Jim Crissey. I know nearly all of the boys. But they haven't learned anything important, either.”

”Are these men experienced detectives?”

”They've done some pretty good work, but nothing remarkable. In these times the government is forced to employ every man with any experience at all, and Crissey and Addison are just ordinary boys, honest and hard-working, but not especially talented. Daddy would have discovered something in twenty-four hours; but Daddy has been sent abroad, for some reason, and there are many cases of espionage and sabotage fully as important as this, in this spy-infested land. That's why poor Josie O'Gorman is trying to help the government, without a.s.signment or authority. If I succeed, however, I'll feel that I have done my bit.”

”Don't you get discouraged, dear, at times?”

”Never! Why, Mary Louise, discouragement would prove me a dub. I'm puzzled, though, just now, and feeling around blindly in the dark to grab a thread that may lead me to success. If I have luck, presently I'll find it.”

She put away the envelopes, as she spoke, and resuming her seat drew out her tablets and examined the notes she had made thereon. Josie used strange characters in her memoranda, a sort of shorthand she had herself originated and which could be deciphered only by her father or by herself.

”Here's a list of suspects,” she said. ”Not that they're necessarily connected with our case, but are known to indulge in disloyal sentiments. Hal Grober, the butcher, insists on selling meat on meatless days and won't defer to the wishes of Mr. Hoover, whom he condemns as a born American but a naturalized Englishmen. He's another Jake Kasker, too noisy to be guilty of clever plotting.”