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Sara Nadiboff, arrayed with unusually pleasing effect, came out. As she caught sight of Jack she started, then came eagerly over to him, holding out her hand. "Here comes my car," she murmured. "And I see, my Captain, that you have changed your mind. You will drive with me this morning." "I'm sorry that I can't," Benson replied, and he meant it. "But I am engaged to go with Mr.
Nadiboff, more seriously, looking him fully in the eyes. "Why?" queried Jack. "I may need a friend," she replied, dropping her glance for a moment. "You in need of anything even a friend?" cried Captain Jack, incredulously. "I may need a friend who can speak a good word for me; who can forget things, or explain them." went on Mlle.
Nadiboff smilingly accepted the suggestion, so Hal and Jack also agreed. The reporter led the way across a field, pausing at last before a fringe of weeds and low bushes. "Now, just step through this wild hedge," Hennessy proposed, smilingly, "and you'll see how little it takes to start a yarn. Look out, though, that you don't fall down."
Nadiboff to her seat, and another partner appeared to claim her favor, Benson slipped away. "Go after Captain Benson, I beg of you, and bring him back here for a moment," requested the young woman of her new partner. That gentleman obeyed, even if with a poor grace. Jack returned, bowing, while the gentleman walked away a few feet.
"That stuff," he reported, "is morphine sulphate, and the druggist says there was enough of it to take you clear out of this world and into the next." "Hm! That Nadiboff woman!" muttered Trotter. "She has been as dangerous as any of them, and yet it is hard to be rough with her after her one act of gratitude to you, Benson.
"What place is that over there?" inquired Hal, coming out of a brown study as he felt some reproach in the stiffening attitude of his companion. Hal's eye had been caught by what looked like the ruins of an old castle. Such sights are at least rare in the United States. "That ruin, do you mean?" asked Mlle. Nadiboff.
Out of the corner of his eye Jack noted that, though Mlle. Nadiboff refrained from joining them, she none the less hovered at no great distance from them. "Now, my young friend," began the Frenchman, after a pause of a few moments, "you command the submarine boat, and you know all her secrets. You are a draughtsman, to, no doubt?" "A fair draughtsman," nodded Jack.
Soon the big car stopped. The chauffeur thrust a whistle between his lips, blowing a trilling blast. Jack Benson changed color somewhat. This sounded suspicious a signal in the woods. It was doubly suspicious after the hints that Mr. Graham had given the young submarine captain. "Do not jump do not be afraid," laughed Mlle. Nadiboff, rather maliciously. "Nothing in the way of danger threatens."
"May I ask what you have been trying to do?" The question made the young woman bite her lip. Mlle. Nadiboff had been a spy quite as long as Mr. Graham had stated. As she looked back over the years she was able to recall man after man whom she had flattered and lured by the witchery of her eyes. Secret after secret she had coaxed from men entrusted with guarding such mysteries.
Nadiboff is a very delightful young woman," Jack answered, heartily. "I'm sorry you don't dance, Hal." "If I were very sorry, I'd learn," rejoined Hastings, simply. During the waltz and the number that followed Jack remained with his friends, looking on. Then Lieutenant Featherstone, feeling that the Navy must look to the enjoyment of these strangers, came over to them.
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