IN THE ZONE                       109
{Slapping Davis on the back."] Yuh're a hell of a
Sherlock Holmes, ain't yuh? Letters from his best
girl too, I'll bet. Let's turn the Duke loose, what
d'yuh say?    [He starts to get up.]
Davis—[Fixing him with a withering look.]
Don't be so damn smart, Jack. Letters, you says,
's if there never was no harm in 'em. How d'you
s'pose spies gets their orders and sends back what
they finds out if it ain't by letters and such things?
There's many a letter is worser'n any bomb.
Cocky—Righto! They ain't as innercent as
they looks, I'll take me oath, when you read 'em.
[Pointing at Smitty.] Not 'is Lordship's letters;
not be no means!
Jack—[Sitting dowii again.] Well, read 'em
and find out. [Diuscoll commences untying the
packet. There is a muffled groan of rage and pro-
test from Smitty.]
Davis—[Triumphantly.] There! Listen to him!
Look at him tryin' to git loose! Ain't that proof
enough? He knows well we're findin' him out.
Listen to me! Love letters, you says, Jack, 's if
they couldn't harm nothin'. Listen! I was readin'
in some magazine in New York on'y two weeks back
how some German spy in Paris was writin' love let-
ters to some woman spy in Switzerland who sent
'em on to Berlin, Germany. To read 'em you
wouldn't s'pect nothin'—just mush and all. [Im-
pressively.]    But they had a way o' doin' it—a