was given the Order of the Red Eagle by the Kaiser, who doubtless
recognized in the bungling plotter a fellow spirit. Thanks to the
information gained from von Papen's papers, the United States had a
very good idea of what the other Germans in America were doing and
began to make arrests.

Every afternoon at about five o'clock Dr. Albert, the ambassador's
assistant, would leave his office at 45 Broadway, New York, and take
the elevated railroad uptown to his luxurious rooms in the German Club.
He always carried with him a brown leather dispatch case. The Secret
Service men, who had been keeping an eye on him, determined to get that
case, because they knew from the way the doctor always held on to it,
that it must contain something important. A wise member of the Service
was chosen to make the coup.

He watched the German closely for many days, and saw that the doctor
took a train just at five o'clock every day; that, on the train, he
read his evening paper very intently (possibly to see which one of his
friends had been arrested last); and that he always walked through the
same streets from the railroad to his club. Finally one day the agent
decided that he was ready to try for that little brown case.

That evening a quiet, well-mannered gentleman, not noticeable in any
particular way, took the seat next to Dr. Albert on the train. The
doctor spread out his paper with true German disregard for the persons
on each side of him, and began to read. Always he held the flat brown
case clutched against his side. The train passed several stations and
still the doctor hugged his case. Although the car was packed with
people, the American carefully avoided crushing against the spy, for
fear of alarming him. More stations were left behind, and the doctor
had nearly finished his paper. The Secret Service man was getting
worried; would he fail? And there were the papers, so close to him.
Then the train stopped at the next to the last station. At the same
minute Dr. Albert completed his reading, and for the fraction of a
moment raised his arm to fold the sheets. With lightning quickness the
agent slid the dispatch case away from the doctor's side and stood up.
Two or three people jostled him, and he staggered against the doctor.
Then he lunged for the door. The doctor finished folding his paper and
felt for his case. It was gone. He jumped to his feet and glared
around him wildly.

"Conductor!" he shouted, "My ca