Chester squirmed and twisted quietly in his bunk, trying to release his hands.  Minute after minute he continued with untiring energy.  A clock somewhere in the house struck the hour of twelve, and still Chester squirmed and twisted.

As he turned this way and that, straining at his bonds, his left hand suddenly came free.  Chester could hardly believe his own senses.  A moment later and he had released his feet.  Cautiously he arose and peered into the darkness.  He could not see an inch before him.  The room was absolutely black.

But Chester’s sense of direction stood him in good stead now.  Slowly and cautiously he tip-toed toward the spot where he knew the door to be.  His outstretched hand touched the wood, and a moment later his exploring fingers found the knob.  He found the key and turned it, then slowly and silently turned the knob.

The door swung open without even a creak and in a second more the lad was on the outside and the door was closed behind him.  Stealthily he descended the stairs, opened and went out the front door, closing it softly behind him.  Then he darted down the street as fast as his legs could carry him.

After rounding several corners, he finally slowed down to a walk.  He felt now that he was safe from pursuit, and he set about finding his way to the headquarters of General Givet.  He continued his walk for several blocks, and then he was suddenly challenged by a sentry.

The lad explained his mission, received the proper directions, and was soon making all haste toward the general’s quarters.  Once more before the general’s hut, the lad informed the soldier standing guard that he must see the general immediately.

“It is impossible,” was the reply.  “The general is taking a much-needed rest.  He gave orders that he must not be disturbed on any account.  But here,” suddenly, “here comes Captain Bassil.  He will see that any information you may have reaches the general.”

Chester turned to greet the newcomer.  He saluted as the latter came up to him.  As the officer drew close, he gave one startled look at the boy’s face, and then drew back with an exclamation.

“You here?” he exclaimed.

“Why, yes, sir,” replied the lad, “and I have important information.”  To himself he added: 

“Where have I heard that voice before?”

“What is your information?” demanded the officer harshly.

Briefly and quietly Chester told him what he had learned.

“Impossible!” was the officer’s exclamation, when Chester had concluded his recital.  “It is my belief that you have come here to spy.”  He turned to the soldier.  “Send Lieutenant Armand to me at once,” he said.

The man saluted and disappeared.  At the last words of the officer it suddenly came to Chester where he had heard the voice before.  He approached the officer and peered more closely into his face.

“I wasn’t sure, until I heard your last words,” he told him, “but I know you now.  You are a German spy.”