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Updated: June 19, 2025
"Now, tell me, my Captain," she begged, "why it is that I cannot get either my own car, or any other conveyance, for a little drive?" "I could only guess, Mlle. Nadiboff, and you can do that as well as I," Jack replied, gravely. "But I desire you should guess for me, my Captain. What do you say?" she insisted, her eyes scanning his grave face.
At sight of the newcomers the Russian signed to the attendants of her own sex to raise her, and then to withdraw. Jack went forward to the sofa, his friends taking seats on the opposite side of the room. "Pardon my not rising, my Captain," begged Mlle. Nadiboff, as Jack Benson left his friends to go forward and greet her. "I find I have not my full strength yet."
"I fear that I shall have to teach the young cub a lesson or two in the art of showing devotion to a woman's wishes," Mlle. Nadiboff answered, tremulously. "Shall we walk in the grounds?" "I beg you to take me out into the air," replied the young woman. "Yes, it will be better," whispered her companion, cruelly. "Your face is aflame.
Jack's employer gave him rather too much credit in supposing that the boy had already worked out the problem of finding those who had made the attack on the "Benson." As the submarine boy left the breakfast room he felt as much in the dark as ever. The only known spies who were still at large, for some reason known only to the Secret Service men, were M. Lemaire, Mlle. Nadiboff and Kamanako.
Then M. Lemaire, having appeared hardly to pause, passed on. A minute later Mademoiselle Nadiboff was chatting laughingly with Lieutenant Featherstone. "Who are those two young men over there?" questioned the young woman. "Are they of the Navy?" "No, though related to us in interest," replied the lieutenant. "They are the captain and chief engineer of the submarine that arrived this afternoon.
Nadiboff, after the blankets had been stripped away, was carried off, still unconscious though safe as far as fire was concerned. The clothing of both the submarine boys had caught and was smouldering. Both Jack and Hal submitted to being thrown on the ground and rolled until the last spark had been extinguished.
"Our gallant friend, the captain, must feel out of conceit with me," laughed Mlle. Nadiboff to Hal. "He prefers the chauffeur's company to mine. So we must console ourselves." Though he had not been able to hear any of the conversation, M. Lemaire, looking out from behind the lace curtains of a parlor window, had seen what had happened. "Sara is doing better this morning," he muttered to himself.
"I think you'll get as good a news story as you can want to-night," said Jack to the reporter. "You remember, Mr. Farnum promised you one before the tip was given to any other reporter." Hennessy expressed his, thanks warmly, and the quartette hastened on to the hotel. Captain Jack had little difficulty in seeing Mlle. Nadiboff in the parlor. When he explained to her the plan, she gladly accepted.
"But my orders are that no visitors except naval officers, or those brought aboard by naval officers, may see the interior of the boat." "Yet that Japanese has just gone below!" remonstrated Mlle. Nadiboff. "The Japanese," replied the young captain, "is our cook and steward, and belongs below." A light glowed swiftly in Mlle. Nadiboff's eyes, but disappeared almost instantly.
"That shows what a dreamer you are, Dave, and how little you know of your own fellow citizens. What would the crowd do? Why, it would change itself into a mob. Mlle. Nadiboff would be hustled off out of town, Lemaire would be lynched, or mighty close to it, and it would be strange if the mob didn't march on the jail itself."
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