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experimental work at Cedar Cove."

"But he might trace it through you."

"Do you think I am a fool?" snarled Hildrow. "Sometimes, Marling, you betray stupidity! I did
not see that agent in my own identity of Eric Hildrow. I was Senor Angoston, from Buenos
Aires, when I called on him."
"You were in disguise?"

"Certainly. With sallow face, a little pointed mustache"- Hildrow paused to press his fingers
against his featuresтАФ"and darkened eyebrows. I talked in Spanish. The man in Havana
thought I was in from South America.
"Always a disguise, Marling. That is the way I work. You do not appreciate it, for you are one
who has my confidence. But with others - bah!тАФunless I can trust them, why should I reveal
my real identity?"
Hildrow chuckled as he strolled by the window. His pose had become languid again; he was
almost dreamy as he stared out toward Central Park. Then, with characteristic suddenness,
the plotter turned and snapped a question at Marling.

"Come!" he exclaimed. "You say that there is no new word from our man at Cedar Cove. He
has gained no opportunity to seize the plans?"
"None at all."

"What about the commander? Does he still intend to make his trip to Washington?
Tomorrow?"
"Apparently."
"That coincides with Stollart's report," nodded Hildrow. "The senator expects Dadren. We
have known that for some time. Very well. When Commander Dadren flies to Washington,
we shall gain the plans. What else was in the post office box, Marling?"

"A letter from Wenshell. He is still at Tarksburg, Virginia, with the air circus."

"All ready for any orders?"
"Yes. They are stranded there. They will break up as soon as he announces that he is out of
funds."

"That will be to-day?"

"Yes. To-night."
"Good!"
HILDROW assumed a pleased smile. The expression was an ugly one. Here, with only
Marling to view him, the master plotter made no effort to cover his actual character.

"There was word from Korsch," stated Marling. "All quiet on the Potomac."
"Good!" laughed Hildrow. "The river air is excellent. Perhaps Dadren will enjoy it also."

"And a report from Nuland," added Marling. "He is waiting at Marrinack, Connecticut.
Watching Death Island. Another search is to be made in Professor Whitburn's study."

"Another search?" quizzed Hildrow, angrily. "I thought that had been accomplished."