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"Oh, well," replied the young woman, shrugging her shoulders, "I do not intend to be disagreeable. If the others wish to remain on deck, I will do so, too." "Very good, Miss Peddensen," murmured the young Englishman. Jack Benson took his place at the deck wheel, and Eph, after Hal had come to the conning tower opening, hurried forward once more to cast off the moorings.
"You have, been bothered with spies, Captain?" asked Trotter, turning to young Benson, when they had reached the cabin table. "Haven't we, though!" muttered Jack. "And even took one out with you on this last trip of yours," laughed Mr. Trotter, producing from an inner pocket a book bound in black. "Miss Peddensen, the Swedish young woman?" demanded Captain Jack.
Featherstone will remain out in the cabin to aid in the handling of the boat. You need none of you feel any uneasiness." Both Miss Peddensen and the Englishman ceased their objections. But Jack, remembering the glance that had passed between the pair on deck, remained behind the curtain, too, as he dropped it. "Go ahead, Hal!" he called. "Fifty feet under the surface. Dive gently."
"It wasn't a rat, after all, Miss Peddensen," smiled Jack, straightening up and holding the open memorandum book so that both he and Kimball could see what was traced on the two pages that lay exposed.
Though Eph was at the tower wheel Hal Hastings was now virtually in command of the boat, by previous arrangement, for young Benson meant to keep a sharp, though covert, eye on passengers. The young skipper noted, swiftly, that Miss Peddensen had taken the seat furthest aft in the cabin, while the young Englishman was seated at the forward end of the party of guests.
Trotter shrugged his shoulders. "Well, the Department has pretty good information that she has served England, France, Germany, Austria, Russia oh, these spies have no country! They serve the fattest international purse!" "Here is what we took from Miss Peddensen," said Kimball, gravely, laying down on the table the sketchbook and the "composition." Taking up the latter, Mr.
The one nearest Miss Peddensen moved hastily to the forward end of the cabin. "My dear young woman," murmured the lieutenant commander, dropping into the vacated seat beside the Swedish girl, "you won't mind, will you, if I keep these little matters to look over at my convenience!"
"Right-o," drawled Trotter, so significantly that Drummond shot a quick look at the officer, demanding: "What d'ye mean by that?" "I'm going to take you to Miss Peddensen," returned the Secret Service man. "I'll go all the way to Washington, by tonight's express, to see the young lady freed from this outrageous mistake," stormed the Englishman.
At last all had passed down the iron staircase save Eph, who remained by the wheel in the conning tower. "Pass directly aft, everybody, please," called Jack, quietly. "What's that for?" asked Miss Peddensen. "We cannot allow anyone except naval officers to see how our diving apparatus is worked", replied Jack. "Some of you step into the staterooms, on either side, please.
"Who's the young Englishman who escorted Miss Peddensen?" demanded Captain Jack. "Never saw him until I glanced at him in the launch just now," replied Trotter. "He may be another spy, unknown to us, or he may be merely a good-natured and wholly innocent young chap whom the Swedish girl has lured into her service." "What are these other pictures?" inquired Mr.
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