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Now Mlle. de Longeon has the plans of your submarine and your torpedo plans which I took the liberty of removing from the little cupboard over the desk in your workroom." Summers sprang forward but he recovered himself. "I should have told you," wailed Pauline. "How should you have known?" said Summers. In a moment he had lost his life work and his love. Suddenly he straightened himself.
"But you are angry? You break our agreement?" "No, but I am overcome. I shall meet you tonight." He caught her hand to his lips, and hurried from the house. It was more than an hour after he observed her arrival at the Naval Ball before Owen had the privilege of a greeting from Mlle. de Longeon, and then it was only a smile as she passed him on the arm of a distinguished looking foreign diplomat.
He was madly mad in love with her, and there was no other thing to consider. It was for this reason that Mlle. de Longeon was the guest of honor at the little luncheon in his rooms, to which he had invited Harry and Pauline. The affair was quite informal. There were a number of navy men present, a few young married people.
A look of agony that the fear of death could not have caused came into the face of the young Ensign. "Mlle. de Longeon? No!" "Yes! Mlle. de Longeon," sneered Catin stepping nearer. "Mlle. de Longeon is the principal proof of my statement that you are a fool. Mlle. de Longeon recommended me to you as a capable valet, did she not? Mlle. de Longeon frequently was your guest.
Not long after luncheon was served the voice of Mlle. de Longeon rose suddenly above the general talk. "But, Mr. Summers, you have not told us yet of your new invention. When shall the plans be ready? When shall you rise to the realization of your true success?" Summers beamed his happiness in the face of the brazen compliment, like the good and silly boy he was.
The packet was still in the diplomat's hands. He tried to thrust it into his pocket, but Harry was upon him. They clinched, broke from each other's grasp and struggled furiously. As the last resource the diplomat drew the packet from his breast and flung it across the room toward Mlle. de Longeon. She pounced upon it. But Pauline was beside her.
Nevertheless, there was the possibility of surprising Mlle. de Longeon, and that possibility was realized as she glanced at Raymond Owen. His set, tense face reflected for the moment all his hatred of Harry and Pauline, who were talking blithely with Ensign Summers, another naval officer and two of the wives of the civilian visitors.
"She is doing the very thing we want her to do." "Sometimes Fate aids the worthy," said Mile. de Longeon softly. At the dock of the navy yard a submarine lay ready for departure. There was nothing about its appearance to indicate that its mission was of more than ordinary importance.
The atmosphere of the gathering was "sublimely innocuous," as Mlle. de Longeon remarked to Summers in the hall after the guests had departed. But Mlle. de Longeon had met one guest who did not impress her as innocuous or sublime Raymond Owen. Pauline had presented the secretary on his arrival, and Owen had immediately devoted himself to her.
It took even his valet three months to locate the secret hiding place of the papers." "A little more caution mingled with his scruples and he would not now be dead at the bottom of the bay." "Oh, this is the day, is it?" asked Mlle. de Longeon, wearily. "After all, it is rather cruel to Catin." "To die for his country?" "Nonsense!
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