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"Aren't you at all uneasy?" asked Hennessy. "If I am," proposed the shipbuilder, "I'm going to cure my mental unrest with luncheon. Won't you join us, Mr. Hennessy?" If appetite were any guide, none of the submarine people felt the slightest uneasiness as to information that the sprightly Mlle. Nadiboff might be able to coax from Captain Jack while on that auto drive.
"In the meantime I shall be about the hotel. If I see Benson, I'll tell him where you all are." Being well provided with cigars, Reporter Hennessy did not quit the veranda after he had once taken his seat there. So it happened that he noted the arrival of M. Lemaire, alone in a runabout, just about an hour after the time when Mlle. Nadiboff had returned.
Just before they stepped into the car Mlle. Nadiboff uttered a few quick words, in some foreign tongue, to her man at the steering wheel. The auto sped away. Jack noted only, at first, that they were now going further from Spruce Beach. The road down which they drove, however, was a beautiful one, and the submarine boy did not much mind where they went, provided he could find out how Mlle.
"De lady dat was brought down outah de fiah done wanter see Marse Benson in de parlor," announced the waiter. "Mlle. Nadiboff?" inquired Mr. Farnum. "Then I guess we had all better go in Jack, I'm going to keep you in my sight." As they entered the parlor the submarine people saw three or four women standing about a sofa on which lay the pretty Russian.
But Jack Benson, though she made him feel inwardly at odds with himself, thought more of his duty than of anything else. "I am very sorry awfully sorry, Mlle. Nadiboff. But won't you understand that what you ask is wholly impossible?" "Good-bye, then!" she said, resentfully, though gently, half turning from him. "You'll shake hands, won't you?" asked Jack, holding out his own right hand.
By the way, I wonder if Mlle. Nadiboff, as you call her, works under the directions of the same chief? He was a man " Here the Washington correspondent gave a description that caused Jack Benson to exclaim: "Why, that's M. Lemaire, to a dot!" "I guess there's no doubt about it, then," laughed Mr. Graham.
Nadiboff carefully wound so that two folds fell across her face concealed a hard, sneering, almost barbaric look that had crept quickly into that handsome young face. But Jack joined his own party at once. Through the rest of the evening he did not encounter either the young woman or M. Lemaire. The latter, in fact, had made himself practically invisible of late.
Farnum, his eyes twinkling. "Now, my Captain, you can no longer find excuse, unless you truly prefer other company to mine." Though Jack was interested in the vivacious manner of Mlle. Nadiboff, he had not yet lost his head under any of her flatteries. He was secretly irritated against Mr. Farnum for letting him off so easily. So Jack swiftly determined upon his own plan of evening matters.
"If Jack has come to any misadventure through that pair of spies," uttered Hal, anxiously, "it seems to me it will be a heap more promising if we keep a sharp, unseen watch over every move made by M. Lemaire and Mlle. Nadiboff." "Right-o, every time!" clicked Eph. "If anything has happened to good old Jack through that pair, then they're the only ones to be watched!"
Jack Benson told as much of the story as he thought wise, though he felt it best to leave out the names of M. Lemaire and Mlle. Nadiboff. Next Hal described how, at the hotel, he had set himself to watching Gaston; how he had shadowed the fellow. "Did he come out here in an auto?" asked Jack. "No; if he had, I couldn't have followed," Hal responded.
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