is hands
and face, while Ted's had not yet gotten to the color they should be.
They had exchanged everything from shoes to hats.

"Where are you going now, Spot?" asked Ted.

"I beg your pardon," replied Spot. "My name is Mr. James Sullivan. I
would have you address your betters properly, boy." He never cracked a
smile as he walked off, but Ted laughed uproariously.

A little later two men came out of the Auditorium.

"Paper, sir, papers?"

"No," answered one of them. The other took a second look at the
newsboy and laughed. "He certainly fooled you, Strong. It's Ted."

"Good work, Ted," Strong said, with appreciation.

"Slip into that automobile while we stand in front of it." They walked
toward it. "Now, quick." The machine was off to the German
meeting-place.

CHAPTER V

SETTING A TRAP

The automobile came to a stop two blocks from the German
meeting-place.

As the three walked toward it, a beggar stopped Strong. The latter
gave him some coins. Ted, who was watching, saw a paper pass between
the two. It was so quickly done that he was not even sure of it. He
made no comment, as he knew that Strong would mention it, if he
thought it necessary.

"The room is on the third floor," Strong said. "There is someone in it
now. That beggar has just been up there; he has been watching the
house all morning, so that he could keep me in touch.

"Suppose, Ted, you go up and sell your papers. Go to every office.
When you reach Room 318, size it up as well as you can. See what you
can of 316 and 320 also."

"All our work and our preparations have been from 418," Walker added.
"Our friends are there."

"Yes," Strong said, "take a look in there, even though you will meet
Bronson a little later."

A boy tried to sell his papers in the many offices. He canvassed each
floor and in due time reached the fourth. He came to Room 418 and saw
a sign on the glass reading as follows:

TERENCE McMAHON
INSURANCE AGENT AND ADJUSTER
MAIN OFFICE--OLIVER BUILDING

Russell Bronson, Br. Mgr.

He entered. "Want a paper?" he asked one of the men.

The man took one. Ted glanced about and then went out. He had some
idea of the room. He noticed that three other doors seemed to belong
to the same office, Rooms 422, 420 and 416.

He soon reached the third floor. He went through the same routine,
just as carefully and matter-of-facted