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"I've heard a good deal, lately," answered Farnum, reluctantly. "I ask this as a matter of justice. Won't you and young Benson step down the corridor with me?" "How long will this interview take?" demanded Farnum. "Only a very short time." "Well, lead on, then." Farnum and Captain Jack stepped down a corridor in the wake of their enemy. Rhinds led them into the ladies' parlor.
Within half an hour after the newspapers had come to him a message over the telephone from the hotel office informed the president of the Rhinds Submarine Company that a reporter was below who wished to interview Mr. Rhinds. "Ah! Er huh!" choked the wretch, swallowing hard. "Have the young gentleman shown up, of course. And send up any other reporters who may ask for me."
He dined in the public dining room of the hotel, with his wife and daughter, and both appeared to be wholly proud of the man. One thing, however, worried Rhinds a good deal. Congressman Simms did not come near him again. Later in the evening Rhinds sought the Congressman, though wholly in vain. Rhinds breakfasted with his family, the next morning, in their rooms.
"Well er not if it means punishment!" Hardly had he sent away these telegrams, and even as he was giving thought to sending down an order to have dinner served in his rooms, Rhinds received a telegram from the editor of a New York daily, asking for his version of the torpedo mystery.
"I I can't promise that, Mrs. Rhinds. You'll never believe how hard it is for me to refuse you." "Then you do believe my husband guilty?" demanded Mrs. Rhinds, in a voice full of agony. "Oh, I wish I could say what you want me to, Mrs. Rhinds, but well, all I can do is to remain silent." "Can't I say something something?" asked Helen Rhinds, appealingly. Her moist eyes turned first on Mr.
He was cool, tense, now though not a whit less determined to win at all hazards. As there was still some time to spare, and Eph could handle the "Hastings" as well as any other helmsman on earth, Jack stepped back to the conning tower. Lieutenant Danvers was there, though with his gaze astern. "I can just picture old Rhinds," laughed Captain Jack, a bit harshly.
Twice he had been on the point of a sale, but each time the government had decided upon a Pollard boat, instead. John C. Rhinds loved money. He was resolved, at any cost, to make the government buy several of his boats. And he was utterly unscrupulous. As he stood behind the palms, looking toward the group of new arrivals, Rhinds's little eyes seemed to grow smaller.
"Are you going to enter both boats in to-day's race?" asked Jack, more thoughtfully. "We can't," replied the shipbuilder. "Captain Magowan told me, last night, that, since the Rhinds people and ourselves are the only makers who have more than one boat here, today's race will be confined to one craft representative of each make. So, which boat do you prefer to take out to-day, Jack?"
This morning Captain Magowan, as president of the board, received a telegram from the Navy Department to the effect that four of the submarine types had been outclassed. The contest now lies between the Rhinds and the Pollard boats." "We've beaten the Rhinds boats, too," muttered Jack.
Rhinds," pursued the cool, smiling young reporter, "you will be most glad when I suggest to you the importance of allowing a commission composed of, say, an editor and two reporters from the 'Gazette' to go aboard the 'Thor, search for such a hiding place, and then be prepared to inform the world that no such hiding place exists on the 'Thor."
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