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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"


By the end of the week, however, there was no news of Anna. She
had not returned to the mill. Rudolph's friend on the detective
force had found no clew, and old Herman had advanced from brooding
by the fire to long and furious wanderings about the city streets.
He felt no remorse, only a growing and alarming fury. He returned
at night, to his cold and unkempt house, to cook himself a frugal
and wretched meal. His money had run very low, and with true
German stubbornness he refused to draw any from the savings bank.
Rudolph was very busy. There were meetings always, and to the
little inner circle that met behind Gus's barroom one night later
in March, he divulged the plan for the destruction of the new
Spencer munition plant.
"But - will they take him back?" one of the men asked. He was of
better class than the rest, with a military bearing and a heavy
German accent, for all his careful English.
"Will a dog snatch at a bone?" countered Rudolph. "Take him back!
They'll be crazy about it.


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