They crept from the vicinity of the window. Tom led the way toward the front of the house, as if he had an object in view. The car was now coming in along the crooked drive. They could see its one light, for economy in the use of all means for illumination was a cardinal feature of the German military orders in those days of scarcity.
The car stopped in front of the house, and a man jumped out. Tom saw that he wore a uniform of some sort, and judged that he might be a captain, at least. There was a second figure on the front seat, also in the dark-green garb of a soldier, but a private possibly.
The two young Americans crouched amidst the dense bushes and listened.
So many thrilling things were happening in rapid succession that their pulses beat with unwonted speed.
Before this the sound of the approaching car must have reached the ears of the man they had seen pacing the floor in the s.p.a.cious room that looked like a library. There were many books in cases and on shelves, while pictures and boars" heads decorated the walls.
Potzfeldt opened the door just as the officer alighted, and there was an exchange of stiff military salutations. Tom discovered that his guess was a true one, for the man of the house addressed the other as "Captain."
It was too bad that they spoke in German as they stood by the open door.
Jack for once bitterly regretted the fact that he had never taken up the study of that language when at school, as he might have done easily enough. It would have paid him handsomely just then, he believed.
The two men talked rapidly. Apparently the officer was asking questions, and demanding something, for in another minute Carl Potzfeldt took an object out of a bill book and handed it to the other. As near as the watchers could make out this object was a slip of paper, very small, but handled as though it might be exceedingly precious.
Jack had a sudden recollection of a correspondingly minute slip of paper which he and Tom had found hidden in that little receptacle attached to the leg of the homing pigeon the latter had shot.
More talk followed between the two men. Presently the man turned and hastened inside again. He had left the door standing open, however, with the German officer waiting as if for something he had come after besides the sc.r.a.p of paper.
Jack knew now that the man in uniform was from the headquarters of the Crown Prince. That accounted for the numerous marks of car tires which Tom had discovered on the drive. This lonely house by the roadside on the way to Metz was a nest of spies. Perhaps Carl Potzfeldt might be the chief, through whom negotiations were conducted and lesser agents sent forth.
Jack had got no further in his deduction when he saw the tall man returning. He carried a bundle that was wrapped in a cloth, and depended from his hand by means of a heavy cord, or some sort of handle.
This he set down on the landing, while he pa.s.sed further words with the captain; and now it was Potzfeldt who asked the questions, as though he wished to learn how things were going at the front.
Between queries and guttural replies the hidden air service boys heard a series of sounds that gave them sudden light. Jack"s hand pressed on Tom"s arm, as though in this manner he wished to call the attention of the other to the noise.
Many times both of them had listened to similar sounds while watching some pigeon on the barn roof dare a rival to combat, or when wooing his mate. And as they could easily trace this to the covered package which Carl Potzfeldt had just brought out of the house, the meaning was obvious.
Of course there were pigeons in that cage, homing pigeons at that, like the one Tom had shot! Doubtless had that one escaped its tragic fate the message it carried would have been delivered to the owner of this lonely house, in turn to be handed over to one of the messengers from German headquarters.
And now the German captain, stooping over, took possession of the cage containing at least two of the trained birds. They would be carried to some point from which, on another night, a daring Boche airman would attempt to take them far back of the French front, to hand over to the agent who was in communication with the master spy, Carl Potzfeldt.
It was all very simple. Nevertheless it was also amazing to realize how by what might be called a freak of fate the air service boys had been enabled to discover these facts. But for the accident to the motor they would not have dreamed of making a landing short of the aviation field at Bar-le-Duc. Then, had they not caught that woeful sound of loud sobbing, the idea of looking around would never have occurred to them.
The officer was now starting back to his car, which would carry him post-haste to German headquarters, where the fresh message in a cipher code from beyond the French lines might be translated, and the valuable information it possibly contained be taken advantage of.
Presently the military chauffeur started to swing around a curve that would allow them to leave the grounds by the same gates through which they had entered. The car"s course could be followed by the strong ray its one light threw ahead; and the boys were able to tell when it reached the road again.
As they expected it returned the same way it had come, probably heading for the headquarters of the Crown Prince.
CHAPTER XX
JACK CLIMBS A WALL
"What luck we"re in to be here, Tom!" murmured Jack.
Carl Potzfeldt had again entered the house and closed the door; and the air service boys could no longer hear the car speeding along the road.
Jack was quivering all over with excitement. The events that had just come to their attention filled him with a sensation of wonder approaching awe.
"It certainly is strange how we"ve stumbled on this nest of spies,"
admitted Tom.
"And the paper he gave the captain--it must have been a message in cipher that an incoming pigeon brought from back of our lines, eh, Tom?"
"I guess it was, Jack. We could see it was only a small sc.r.a.p of paper, thin paper at that; but both of them handled it as if it were pretty valuable."
Jack was chuckling, such a queer proceeding that Tom could not help noticing it, and commenting on it.
"What"s struck you as funny now?" he asked, puzzled to account for this sudden freak on the part of his companion.
"I was wondering," explained Jack, "whether that mightn"t be the doctored message we believed our commander meant to send through some time or other with one of the pigeons we got that day we went hunting."
"That"s possible," Tom agreed, also amused at the thought. "But then, whether it is or not, it means nothing to us, you understand. We are here, and must decide on our movements. If that was a bogus message, and will coax the Germans to make an attack at a certain place where a trap has been laid, that"s their lookout."
"Somewhere about here must be the pigeon loft where those homing birds have been bred," suggested Jack, following up a train of thought.
"Yes, it may be on the flat roof of the chateau, or in the barn at the rear," Tom admitted. "One thing is certain, they know only this place as home; and wherever they"re set free their first instinct is to strike a bee-line for here. Some people are so foolish as to fancy homers can be sent anywhere; but that"s silly. It"s only home that they"re able to head straight toward, even if hundreds of miles away."
"Oh Tom! how about Bessie?" inquired Jack eagerly.
His chum considered, while he rubbed his chin with thumb and finger in a thoughtful way he had when a little puzzled.
"It might be done in a pinch," he finally muttered.
"What, Tom?"
"She"s such a little mite that her weight wouldn"t amount to much, if only she had the nerve to do it, Jack."
"Do you mean that you"d be willing to carry Bessie off with us? To help her escape from her guardian? I"m sure he must be treating her badly, or else she wouldn"t be sobbing her poor little heart out, as we heard her."
"That would have to depend a whole lot on Bessie."
"As far as that goes I know she"s a gritty little person," Jack instantly remarked. "Many times she said to me she wished she were a boy so that she might also learn to fly and fight for France against the detested Kaiser. Why, she even told me she had gone up with an aviator who exhibited down at a Florida resort, one having a hydro-airplane in which he took people up. And Bessie declared she didn"t have the least fear."
"That sounds good to me, Jack."
"Then let"s get busy, and try to let her know we"re here," continued Jack.
"First of all, we"ll get under the open window where she must have been standing at the time we heard her crying. I think I saw a movement up there while the two men were conversing on the porch. Perhaps Bessie was listening to what they said."
Tom"s words gave his chum a new thought.
"Oh, it would certainly be just like Bessie to do it! She seemed to be full of clever ideas."