"They've discovered something that pleases them mightily," thought Don,
sick with rage. "What can it be? I'm going to know, if money has still
any power to buy other men's services."

"Jack Benson may be very happy now," muttered Don, vindictively, "but his
joy shall soon be turned to ashes--or worse."

Nor was Don Melville speaking by mere guesswork. His ignoble nature had
evolved the whole plan by which Jack was to be ruined. Don even stooped
to use his father as an innocent tool in a series of rascally deceptions.

"I got word that you wanted to see me at once," said Broughton Emerson,
dropping in upon Mr. Melville that afternoon at the hotel.

"I certainly do," returned Mr. Melville, leading the way to an inner
room. "Emerson, you remember my telling you that Farnum's crew are
wholly willing to sell out their people if the price is big enough?"

"Yes, certainly."

"Would you like to see that proved?"

"By all means, if it can be," replied Mr. Emerson, a look of keen
anxiety in his eyes, for he had finally determined to use his own
judgment and invest heavily in the Farnum submarine enterprise.

"Will you consent to doing a little watching with me?" asked Mr.
Melville.