Nobody knows. They all call him Excellency or the Wolf.
He has a submarine-base laid out on the coast of Long Island.
There is a powerful wireless station in the attic of the house
where we meet. That's where he has gone with that kid. He'll
kill that kid. I know him! He is all ready to leave the
country. That's why he did for me. He wants to shut us all up
before he leaves--I'll fix him--I told him I'd bite."
He stopped, and breathed heavily.
"I'm going to drive lickity-split for the hospital," said Hen in
a low tone to Beany.
"Don't you stir!" commanded the weak voice. "When you get to the
house, go around back, and through the yard to the next house.
There is an outside iron fire-escape on it. Go up that to the
level of the roof of the corner house. It is a story lower than
the house that has the fire-escape. There is a trap door in the
middle of the roof. Lift that, and climb down the ladder into the
attic. The wireless is there. If there is a man there working
the wireless, shoot him. He will shoot you if he can. Got a
revolver?"
"No," said Beany.
"Yes," said Hen at the same time.
"There are some stairs going down from the attic," continued the
Weasel, his voice very weak.
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