L. Frank Baum

“ No emissary of the Kaiser must know the construction of this wonderful projectile; none should even know that it exists. Even should our government refuse to adopt it; we must not let the Central Powers know of it. My own negotiations with Mr. Colton and Mrs. Charleworth have been camouflaged by my disguise as a suspender merchant. It was equally important that Mr. Dyer's connection with us be wholly unsuspected. When the projectile is adopted, and these works are manufacturing it in quantities to help win the war, still no information concerning it must be made public. You must realize that. ”

“ Joe turned and looked at them as if waking from a trance. His stolid face took on a shamed expression.
"Couldn't help it, sir," he said to the manager. "I caught him in the act. It was the flashlight that saved us. When it struck him he looked up and the bullet hit him fair." ”

“ Colton."
Kauffman was already stooping over the machine, examining it with a skilled mechanical eye.
"It's ticking!" he said, and began turning the dial backward to zero. The ticking stopped. Then the inventor stood, up and with his handkerchief wiped the perspiration from his face.
"Gott!" he exclaimed, "this is no joke. We've all been too near death to feel comfortable."
"This is horrible!" said Mr. Colton, "I can't yet believe that Dyer could be guilty of so fiendish an act."
"I can," asserted Josie grimly, "and it isn't the first time he has planned murder, either. ”