Old man's been sore on him, but I understand he's hanging
around the Klein place again."
Clayton considered.
"I don't remember him. Of course, I can't keep track of the men.
We'll get rid of him."
Mr. Dunbar eyed him.
"That's the best thing you can think of?"
"I don't want him round, do I?"
"Nine of you men out of ten say that. You'd turn him loose and so
warn him. Not only that, but he'll be off on his devil's work
somewhere. Perhaps here. Perhaps elsewhere. And we want him where
we can find him. See here, Mr. Spencer, d'you ever hear of
counter-espionage?"
Clayton never had, but the term explained itself.
"Set a spy to watch a spy," said Dunbar. "Let him think he's going
on fine. Find his confederates. Let them get ready to spring
something. And then - get them. Remember," he added with sarcasm,
"we're still neutral. You can't lock a man up because he goes
around yelling 'Down with capital!' The whole country is ready to
yell it with him. And, even if you find him with a bomb under his
coat, labeled 'made in Germany,' it's hard to link Germans up with
the thing.
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