He resumed his seat with a grunt of
exasperation.
"I can't see light, Okewood!" he sighed, shaking his head.
"But is this all you've got against Nur-el-Din?" asked Desmond.
"No," answered the other slowly, "it isn't. If it were, I need
not have called you in. We would have interned or deported her.
No, we've traced back to her a line leading straight from the
only member of the new organization we have been able to lay by
the heels."
"Then you've made an arrest?"
The Chief nodded.
"A fortnight ago... a respectable, retired English business man,
by name of Basil Bellward... taken with the goods on him, as the
saying is..."
"An Englishman, by Jove!"
"It's hardly correct to call him an Englishman, though he's posed
as an English business man for so long that one is almost
justified in doing so. As ,a matter of fact, the fellow is a
German named Wolfgang Bruhl and it is my belief that he was
planted in this country at least a dozen years ago solely for the
purpose of furnishing him with good, respectable credentials for
an emergency like this."
"But sorely if you found evidence of his connection with this
gang of spies, it should be easy to get a clue to the rest of the
crowd?"
"Not so easy as you think," the Chief replied.
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