"You were never connected, I suppose, with the
New York Police?"

"Oh no, sir!" There was no mistaking the man's
genuine surprise at the question.

"I only asked you," said Mr. Reynolds hastily, "because
I feel as if we had met before. But I suppose
I made a mistake. By the way, do you know Anna
Bauer well?"

Alfred Head waited a moment; he looked instinctively
to the Dean for guidance, but the Dean made
no sign.

"I know Anna Bauer pretty well," he said at last.
"But she's more a friend of my wife than of mine.
She used sometimes to come and spend the evening
with us."

He was feeling exceedingly uncomfortable. Had
Anna mentioned him? He thought not. He hoped
not. "What is it exactly you want me to get out of
her?" he asked, cringingly.

Mr. Reynolds hesitated. Somehow he did not at
all like the man standing before him. Shortly he explained
how much the old woman had already admitted;
and then, "Perhaps you could ascertain
whether she has received any money since the outbreak
of war, and if so, by what method. I may tell
you in confidence, Mr. Head, there has been a good
deal of German money going about in this part of
the world. We hold certain clues, but up to the present
time we have not been able to trace this money to
its source."

"I think I quite understand what it is you require
to know, sir," said Alfred Head respectfully.

There came a knock at the door. "Mr. Reynolds

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