With that Drummond started to the door, only to be stopped by Director Preston's inquiry as to where he was going."On my vacation, which you interrupted this morning," replied the Secret Service man.
"It's a good thing I did," Preston called after him. "If Cochrane had really gotten away with that gold we might never have caught
him."
"Which," as Bill Quinn said, when he finished his narrative, "is the reason I claim that the telegraph boy who persisted in paging Drummond is the one who was really responsible for the saving of some hundred and thirty thousand dollars that belonged to Uncle Sam."
"But, surely," I said, "that case was an exception. In rapidity of action, I mean. Don't governmental investigations usually take a long time?"
"Frequently," admitted Quinn, "they drag on and on for months--sometimes years. But it's seldom that Uncle Sam fails to land his man--even though the trail leads into the realms of royalty, as in the Ypiranga case. That happened before the World War opened, but it gave the State Department a mighty good line on what to expect from Germany."
[28] III
THE YPIRANGA CASE
"Mexico," said Bill Quinn, who now holds a soft berth in the Treasury Department by virtue of an injury received in the line of duty--during a raid on counterfeiters a few years ago, to be precise--"is back on the first page of the papers again after being crowded off for some four years because of the World War. Funny coincidence, that, when you remember that it was this same Mexico that gave us our first indication of the way we might expect Germany to behave."
"Huh?" I said, a bit startled. "What do you mean? The first spark of the war was kindled in Serbia, not Mexico. Outside of the rum-
blings of the Algeciras case and one or two other minor affairs, there wasn't the slightest indication of the conflict to come." "No?" and Quinn's eyebrows went up in interrogation. "How about the Ypiranga case?"
"The which?"
"The Ypiranga case--the one where Jack Stewart stumbled across a clue in a Mexico City cafe which led all the way to Berlin and back to Washington and threatened to precipitate a row before the Kaiser was quite ready for it?"
"No," I admitted, "that's a page of underground history that I haven't read--and I must confess that I don't know Stewart, either." "Probably not," said the former Secret Service man.[29] "He wasn't connected with any of the branches of the government that
get into print very often. As a matter of fact, the very existence of the organization to which he belonged isn't given any too much
publicity. Everyone knows of the Secret Service and the men who make the investigations for the Department of Justice and the Post-office Department--but the Department of State, for obvious reasons, conducts its inquiries in a rather more diplomatic man-ner. Its agents have to pose as commercial investigators, or something else equally as prosaic. Their salaries are, as a general thing, paid out of the President's private allowance or out of the fund given to the department 'for use as it may see fit.' Less than half a dozen people know the actual status of the organization or the names of its members at any one time, and its exploits are recorded only in the archives of the State Department."
"But who," I persisted, as Quinn stopped, "was Jack Stewart and what was the nature of the affair upon which he stumbled in
Mexico City?"
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Stewart [replied Quinn] was just a quiet, ordinary sort of chap, the kind that you'd expect to find behind a desk in the State Department, sorting out consular reports and handling routine stuff. Nothing exceptional about him at all--which was probably one reason for his being selected for work as a secret agent of the Department. It doesn't do, you know, to pick men who are conspicuous,
either in their dress or manner. Too easy to spot and remember them. The chap who's swallowed up in the crowd is the one who can get by with a whole lot of quiet work without being suspected.
When they sent Jack down to Mexico they didn't have the slightest idea he'd uncover anything as big as he did.[30] The country south of the Rio Grande, if you recall, had been none too quiet for some time prior to 1914. Taft had had his troubles with it ever since the end of the Diaz regime, and when Wilson came in the "Mexican question" was a legacy that caused the men in the State Department to spend a good many sleepless nights.
All sorts of rumors, most of them wild and bloody, floated up through official and unofficial channels. The one fact that seemed to
be certain was that Mexico was none too friendly to the United States, and that some other nation was behind this feeling, keeping
it constantly stirred up and overlooking no opportunity to add fuel to the flame. Three or four other members of the State Department's secret organization had been wandering around picking up leads for some months past and, upon the return of one of these to Washington, Stewart was sent to replace him.
His instructions were simple and delightfully indefinite. He was to proceed to Mexico City, posing as the investigator for a financial house in New York which was on the lookout for a soft concession from the Mexican government. This would give him an opportunity to seek the acquaintance of Mexican officials and lend an air of plausibility to practically any line that he found it necessary to follow. But, once at the capital with his alibis well established, he was to overlook nothing which might throw light upon the question that had been bothering Washington for some time past--just which one of the foreign powers was fanning the Mexican unrest and to what lengths it was prepared to go?
Of course, the State Department suspected--just as we now know--that Berlin was behind the movement, but at that time there was no indication of the reason. In the light of later events, however, the plan is plain. Germany,[31] feeling certain that the greatest war Europe had ever known was a matter of the immediate future, was laying her plans to keep other nations out of the conflict. She figured that Mexico was the best foil for the United States and that our pitifully small army would have its hands full with troubles at home. If not, she intended to let Japan enter into the equation--as shown by the Zimmerman note some two years later.
When Stewart got to Mexico City, it did not take him long to discover that there was an undercurrent of animosity to the United States which made itself felt in numberless ways. Some of the Mexican papers, apparently on a stronger financial basis than ever be-fore, were outspoken in their criticism of American dollars and American dealings. The people as a whole, long dominated by Diaz, were being stirred to resentment of the "Gringoes," who "sought to purchase the soul of a nation as well as its mineral wealth."
The improvements which American capital had made were entirely overlooked, and the spotlight of subsidized publicity was thrown upon the encroachments of the hated Yankees.
All this Stewart reported to Washington, and in reply was politely informed that, while interesting, it was hardly news. The State Department had known all this for months. The question was: Where was the money coming from and what was the immediate object of the game?
"Take your time and don't bother us unless you find something definite to report," was the substance of the instructions cabled to
Stewart.
The secret agent, therefore, contented himself with lounging around the very inviting cafes of the Mexican capital and making friends with such officials as might be able to drop scraps of information.
It was November when he first
