his brain was tired and other thoughts
would creep in. Once he caught himself thinking of Camp Brady. Again he
was thinking about the East River, and all the sights he had seen on a
trip he had made up that stream into the Sound. Rigidly he brought
himself back to his task. But presently his attention wandered again.
Now he was thinking about the book-shelf and the volume he had caught as
it was slipping to the floor. And then, as though a flash of lightning
had suddenly illuminated a dark place in his brain, he saw the words on
the open page of the book--words that in his haste he had barely
glimpsed, but that now came vividly to his mind:

TO THE MOST HIGH AND MIGHTY PRINCE

_JAMES,_
_By the Grace of God_
_King of Great Britain, etc._

In another instant Willie was on his feet. "There's one King James that
we didn't think of," he said, "the King James of the Bible."

His fellows laughed. "He's dead," said Roy.

But Willie paid no attention to the comment. His look was centred on his
captain's face. And his captain's face was worth watching. Over it came
that eager look that always marked his countenance when he got new light
on a problem.

"Willie," he said, "I can't see the connection offhand, but it may well
be that there is one. Can anybody think of any connection between King
James and Balaklava and these spies?"

Nobody could. "The only thing that King James is remembered for,"
continued Captain Hardy, "is this very Bible--the King James' version, as
we call it, in contradistinction to the Revised version. But I don't
quite see how we can connect him with the rest of the message. Read the
message over again, Henry."

When Henry had read it, Roy said, "If it said Matthew, or Psalms instead
of King James, you would think that it was a text."

Captain Hardy leaped to his feet. "Stupid!" he cried. "Why didn't I see
it before? Of course it's a text. Bring me the Bible. King James, 26,
21, 24," muttered Captain Hardy, as Roy placed it before him. "That must
indicate the book, chapter, and verse."

He turned to the table of contents and began to count the books of the
Bible. "Ezekiel," he announced, when he reached twenty-six. "If our
theory is correct, this message refers to Ezekiel 21, 24. We'll soon
know whether we're right or not."

His fingers trembled as he turned the pages, so eager was he. He found
Ezekiel, turned to the twenty-first chapter, and ran his shaking f