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I'm engaged for a conference with the Naval Board, and I'm late already. But will you and Miss Marvin come to luncheon with me tomorrow?" "Why not you with us, we saw you first?" Summers laughed. "Well, for this reason, I want you to meet Mlle. de Longeon, who will preside at this particular luncheon, and who is "
Triumphant in his discovery and wealthy in his own right, Summers was the happiest of men. It was in Paris that he had met Mlle. del Longeon. Exquisitely beautiful, of the alluring and languorous type, quick of wit, tactful, and with great charm of manner, she had completely fascinated the young officer. He had vowed his adoration of her almost before he knew her.
"Oh, Mr. Summers, I believe " "What is it?" "I believe I know of the plot. I was in the conservatory at the naval ball. A man and a woman " "A woman?" "Mlle. de Longeon and her diplomatic friend you remember." "Yes well?" "They talked together in whispers. The man said 'The thing will be done on Submarine B-2 tomorrow."
The thing is to be done in Submarine B-2 tomorrow. All you have now to do is " Pauline could not catch the final words. The two moved back to the ballroom. She followed close behind, a little suspicious, but with the thrill of a new plan gripping her. She saw Ensign Summers step forward early to greet Mile. de Longeon. Another dance was beginning. "This one is Mr.
"I'm supposed to keep this secret," he answered, "but I can trust every one here, I know. The plans are going to be sent out day after tomorrow." "You mean you will have them completed all those intricate plans?" queried Mlle. de Longeon in a tone of breathless admiration.
"I grant it before you breathe a word," he answered. "I want you to take me along on your submarine trip tomorrow." "Polly, have you gone crazy all over again?" cried Harry. "I don't believe it would be " began Summers. "It must be," she commanded. "Well, I promised too soon, but I'll keep my word." Owen and Mile. de Longeon had stepped aside. "What does it mean?" gasped the secretary.
Owen's," said Mile. de Longeon, as she moved away on the arm of the secretary. "Have you anything to tell me?" he asked. "Yes. Induce her to make Summers take her down in his submarine tomorrow, and she will never trouble you again." As the dance ended, Pauline and Harry, Summers and Lucille, joined them. "Mr. Summers, I have a great request to make," declared Pauline.
The dimmed ruby lights, the suggestive shadows of the tapestries, were in tune with the surreptitious mind of the secretary. But there remained for him a picture that he admired more Mlle. de Longeon coming through the portieres with a cry of pleasure. "I am so glad you came and so sorry I must send you away quickly," exclaimed Mlle. de Longeon.
The next, Catin, the valet, who was taking charge of the luncheon, under pretense of anticipating a waiter moved quickly to fill her wine glass. Even the subtle eye of Owen was not sharp enough to see Mlle. de Longeon pass him a crushed slip of paper, and she had been too long trained to concealment of even the simplest emotions to betray uneasiness now.
There was something about their foreign accent that roused the ever-venturous, ever-curious interest of Pauline. She crept along a row of palms and peered through an aperture. Mlle. de Longeon and the diplomat were talking together as they paced the aisle of palms on the other side. Pauline crept nearer. Presently the voice of the diplomat became distinguishable. "It is all arranged.
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