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axis: 'iiii'iifi'g, l "But how can we find him?" said the Englishman. "Both the French am} British Governments have be/en at work for months. OficiaJs frpm both countries have lived at the cen- _tre of things in Athens, and yet they have failed." Each of the older men closely scru- tinized the newcomer, and three out ot the tour felt very doubtful about him. He was a. young man, whose ap- pearance, at the first glance, presented nothing striking. Rather tall, well knit, quiet in his movements, gentle- manly in his demeanor,‘ he gave no suggestion of self-assertiveness. No one would think of him as one who advertised' his own wares. "That is because they have been’ suspected; because they have" gphe the wrong timor to work. What is needed is a man whom no one sus- pects; intelligent, courteous, educated; a man full of resource, who can adapt himself to whatever circumstances may arise: a man with the tenacity of a bull-dog and the heart pt a lion." The Frenchman laughed. “Where can you find him ?" he said. "The ora dinary diplomat. the ordinary Secret Intelligence officer, stands no chance: he has tried, and failed. ‘Where can you get your paragon of brains and courage?" "Where is he ?" "Here, in Salonica." "Do I know him?" "I do not know. Probably you do. I know him." "What is his name?" "Penrose-John Penrose. He join- ed as a private at the beginning of the war; I was a colonel at the time." "A gentleman?" "Certainly,. and a scholarly fellow too. He is the man we need. But don’t trust my judgment entirely. He is here in Salonica; I was talking with him this afternoon. Send for him, question him, and then judge Mr your- Belt." “Is hé a private still?" "Private? No; he’is a captain. Shall I send for him? ‘You need not tell him anything until you know the kind of man he is." I V "I Gow him," said the English gen eral. One was not long in his presence, however, without realizing the fact that beneath the quiet demeanor was a. strong personality. The thing re- markable about him was his eyes. They were not brilliant, nor piercing, neither did they suggest his Celtic or- igin. They were large, grey and rest- ful. When any one said a thing that was striking, there was a peculiar look in them--a look which not only suggested quickness of perception, but reflection, insight, intuition. "Penrose," said the English general who had suggested him. “when I sent that note to you a little while ago, I told you that discretion concerning your visit here was ‘absolutely indis- pensable." _ "It always is, sir," replied John. "You have been in Salonica some time now, hanren't you?." "I came when you did, sir." "Yes. You find it rather monoton- ous, I expect." gaff- ir,%our later John Penrose stood in the room. _ "Come, come, Penrose, you may speak quite plainly. We are anxious Ao hear. Why do you think we have marked time so long?" “Largeiy a, matter of marking time, sir.” "1 am only a. humble captain, sir, and my duties are too circumscribed to allow my theorizing to be of much value." "Have you any theories as to the reason tor that." “Do you wish the obvious reasons, or the real ones, sir?" "Oh, the real ones, of course." _ "Then I think the Secret Inteui- gence Department of the Greeks is su- perior to ours." , "You mean Baron von Schenk?” "No,'" replied John. "First ot all, the Baron is not a Greek, but a Ger- man. Second, he is not an originator, But a. tool." ' "Who do you think the originator is, then? The King?" John smiled and shook his head. "The Kaiser?" “He is too fond of making speech- es to originate," replied John. "'A'iairiiia ua%' general looked questioningly at the faces of his For a few seeot1C1s there was a si, lence in the room, and the English general looked ihternsogatively at the faces of his confreres. 77;“Shall I go further, gentlemen?" he asked. . The- Scotchman, the Serbian gave prsign a; gamut; the Frenchman was "the only onewm e tee 'ngs found ex- pression in speeé‘sh.‘ 'll John smiled. "What are you smiling at?" "Because I imagine that the man who discovered what we' have been talking about would never live to re- late his discoveries. _If he did, if he mastered that problem, I don't think there would, be any great difficulty." N “If someone with brains, and pluck, could get hold of this thing, forestall alt---" "Would my opinion be wootlr any- thing, sir? One cannot study Ath- ens from Salonica, andgAthens is a hotbed of tintrigue. Tina's G 1Clrn- ment does 15T1t Acfelse-?rfdtr1'r111i,. does not rule. A There are forces at work which no one can understand from I1ere---forces which baulk Vmi- zelos, and play into the hands of me Kaiser.” _ ; "Who do you think it Ic?" asked the. English general, again tu'ning to John. k F zelos, and play into the hands of me "Have you any one in your mind Kaiser." , .- Penrose?" asked the Englishman. "And those forces have a, heat, "Yes, sip." somew)ierrty"--it was the Frenchman\ V“Who?” who spoke. 1lre kpow the man who was witl "Dolmttess. What do you think that head is?" “It may be a. secret cabal, or a sin gle individual." _ “Om. oui, eertairieMert," he said emphatically. . K CHAPTER IL i, "Tommy and the I Maid of Athens" "I don't promise anything, sir," said John; "but I think I'd rather like to have a shot at it. It should be --interesting work." “Spying, eh?" said the Serbian. '; "Spying ot a peculiar kind, as I lunderstand it," was John's reply. "It's rather studying than spying, sir." "Ot course ydu realize the danger you mentioned just now," said the Scotchman. "One did not join the army at a time like this to escape danger," was John's reply. _ "And how will you get there?" he said aloud. "Athens is infested with spies, and the thing you have to tack- le is no make-believe. It you are known as a British officer---" he' shrugged his shoulders significantly. “Have you ever been to Athens?" he added. N friends, sent. “Certainly! Go on" . When he had finished asking his questions, the Frenchman was great- 1y Vexcited; but he was more enthus- iastic than ever about the English» man's selection of a man l The young man did not speak for some seconds, but that peculiar look 11$ his large grey, luminous eyes're» vealed the fact that he understood the significance of, the question. Presently he walked to the window from which the Salonica harbor could be seen.’ It was right now, but a moon shone, and the twinkling wa- ters, as well as the rugged outline of the cliffs, were visible. But John did not see these things. The question which had'come to him was not to he answered quickly and without thought. looking very grave, "Bien adn," murmuredthe Fernch- man under his breath. _ rose 7" Meanwhile, the older men watched him anxiously, giving occasional glan- ces at each other's faces as they did 'Tiireh,'foimrose, what do you think about it?" y _ "May I ask a: few questions first, sir?" "Yes," replied John; "my father took me when I left school. It was the last trip we had together. He died soon after. It you don't mind, sir, I think it would be better not to discuss by means of getting there. You have placed every facility in your power in my hands, and I am t given carte blanche. The rest is a matter of thinkintr-torethinkirtg." "Are you convinced it is a matt?' and again there was that look in Pen rose's eyes which each had noted. "Yes," replied the Scotchman; "ev- erything gives evidence to me that it comes from a single brain. Don't you think so?" "I am afraid you would be inered- ulous if h told you what I thought." "No, no; tell us." "Report says that it is not Tine who rules the Greek court," replied Pen- rose. "It seems to me-a matter of action," said the Serbian, "Yes, sir, but thinking must come before action, or the action will be very little good. That was why, at Gallipoli, we had to stop suddenly. When do you wish me to start, sir?" "I wish you all luck," said the Scotchman. rising. "It you can carry off this thing, I believe it will mean our salvation in these parts; but I am convinced there is a very clever brain at the centre of all our troubles. I am disposed to think the man is a Greek." "To might-to-morrow-as soon as possible." "Who then?", "His wife, the Queen," said the Eng- lish general quickly. / "Then you believe, monsieur-?" said the Frenchman. "There is always a. woman," replied John. "Have not the French an old saying-Cher)" la. femme'?" 'aiten you believe?' said the Scotch man, "that it is a wbman’s brain?" "But is Monsieur b, ladies' man -. is he popular with women?" " have had neither time nor op- portunity in the past," replied John, “but no one Knows what he pan Jo tilghe tries." "1 don't say so," said John, "but I believe that if you find out a mystery, you have always to find out the wom- an who is somehow mixed up in l." Thedour older men laughed heart- ily. Somehow the atmosphere of the room had changed, and the quiet- looking captain had added a new ele- ment to their diseivssion. "There is only one thing I would like to ask before I go,".went on John quietly. . , I _ "And that, Penrose? lish general. "I have always bad a conviction," said John, "that searching is best done in couples." Tm /'You want a teomptmion-a confi- dante?" asked the Frenchman rather (ioutpttu11y. "Not necessarily a confidante," re plied John, "but a henchman'. Some times it is necessary to be ubiquitous.' Again each of the men nodded un derstar1dir1gly. '-, Yre know the man who was with me in La'ncashire, sir-Tom Pollard? He aid gbod work in France, you re- member, and nabbed Waterman, the German spy." "He is the man, sir." The general nodded. . "He's a sergeant, isn't he?" “Yes,and deserving of better things. He has developed wonderfully since those days up at Ypres. I never knew an Englishman learn French so quickly." A -- _ _ -----._ " “WWW. "Certainly that can be managed," said the general. "Then you think you could start to-morrow? I sup- "stemeAiier him? I should think I do," q “Would you like to tackle it, Pen When he returned to them he was and each of them nodded as- said the E a man?” :ng a?" pose you can get hold ot Pollard eas- ily?" V“Oh, yes; I imagine he will be very keen." ”if"! shouldn't be over free in telling him things," said the Scotehmae. 'srifeld%ay be no need to tell him anything," was PenArose's reply. "Yes, sir." John Penrose was silent tor a few seconds, while Sergeant Tom Pollard stood at attention,awaiting his cap-. tain‘s orders. Tom Pollard flashed another quick look of inquiry at Captain Peprose's face, as if trying to understand what lay behind his question. “Twenty minutes, sir." John Penrose laughed quietly. "I think I can allow you a little more time than that, Pollard," he said. "Still, wrrmust be out of Salonica be- fore daylight to-morrow morning." . "Yes, sir." He showed no more excitement than that expressed by another quick flash ot his eyes and a slight twitching of his lips. He was a soldier under or- ders, and he had to obey. It is true his order came from one who, in spite of the fact that he was his superior ‘officer, bad been friendly with him for two years, and was couched in somewhat informal language. Never- theless, Tom was excited. Quick-wit- ted as he was, he could not help oba serying a seriousness beneath the commonplace word spoken to him.and there was something in the atmo- sphere which made him feel that a movement of importance was on foot. W "Not much, sir." "Would you like a little excite- ment?" 7 “I'm ready for anything, sir." And Tom Pollard's eyes flashed as he looked inquiringly at the face of the young dfficer. ' "How long will it take you to get ready to leave Salonica, tor a fairly long journey?" . eh from Pollard was greatly changed since those days when he first joined the army, and took part in those scenes which I have tried to describe elsewhere. se For one thing, he looked at least two inches ta.11ep, and for another he had an air of assurance and respon- sibility unknown to him at that time. Tom 'had been one of the many men who had joined at the beginning of the war, who had developed almost out of recognition. The commonplace weaver lad had become a smart non- commissioned officer with ambitions. When last we saw him, he had jug hidden good-bye to his sweetheart,' Alice Lister, at Waterloo station, and was sobbing out a prayer that God would help him to play the man, and bring him back safely .to the girl he loved. j He was just one of the manir sol- diers who that day was returning to the front, after a short leave. As we have described, he got his D.C.M. for signal service; by his tluick-wittedness and courage he discovered that a man in the British Army was a' German spy. He bad, with bold resolution, leapt upon him, and accused him of his treason. , 'Cora did not think at the ti e of the effect this action would hm): not only upon his career, but upon his character. That day had been a Cru- cial day in his life, and when he re- turned home, and found that the girl, whom all the time he had really lov- ed, returned his affection, Tom turned over a new and important page in his life. The fact that he bad become engaged to a girl who was above him in social status bad given him new ambitions. He wanted to be worthy of her; he wanted to make her proud of him. This added 'to forces which had revolutionized him to the very centres of his tseirur,rmeant' that when he went back to the front, he went there a new man, in a very real sense of the word. Not that he was cognizant of it at the time. _ He had no other thought than of going back to do his bit, and toxdo his best. But unseen forces were working within him 12eir- ertheless. Immediately after his return to the Western/front, an order had come that his battalion was to proceed to Salonica, and 'a few weeks later he tound,,himself amid new scenes, and new interests. During the time he had been at Salonica, although, as he had said,, life was full of acivity, it seemed that the Selenica expedition bore no fruits. A large number of British and French soldiers were there, but no advance was made, and np perceptible advam tage gained. Not: that Tom_troubled much about this at first-he was busy perfecting his knowledge of French. He‘was constantly thrpwn among French soldiers, and, determined to take advantage of the opportunity which this fact offered him, he, in an, incredibly quick time, was speaking French with great fluency. _ "I suppose you have your theories as to why we've been marking:" time here all these months. PollardL’LV "Couldtrt very well help it. sir," replied Toh1. "You see, We get the newspapers, and one can't help think- ing--" pressions. if one'may ask I"""""""'""' __ - "Difficult to say, sir," replied Tom, after hesitating a second. "or course the Greeks are not play- ing the game. That's pretty evident." "It is, sir. But there's a vague feel- ing trrat'sonrrthirlp,"s going to happen. Of course you gentlemen know more than we do. but many of the chaps have a fear that we are going to be taken unawares. We don't seem to know where we are, sir, and, if I may _ (To be contisyseil) “Pollard!" 7n Just so. 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