CHAPTER XXVII.

THE TRAP At ten o’clock on Thursday morning Karl Weiss presented himself at a certain room in the War Office, as he had been requested by letter, and there found a grave, gray-haired official awaiting him. As a matter of fact it was Webster. When Karl was seated the elder man, leaning back in his writing-chair, said: “I understand, Mr. Weiss, from our records here that you have already been employed by us in certain confidential matters, and that you wish to reënter our service?” “That is so,” replied the young man…