There was something so compelling in the look that flashed briefly in
the naval officer's eyes that Miss Peddensen lost color, and stammered:

"No-o-o, certainly not; if such silly things interest you."

"They interest me very much indeed," murmured Kimball, thrusting
"composition" and sketches inside his blouse.

As the naval officer plainly intended to remain where he was, Jack Benson
turned, sauntering forward.

"Another spy nailed, beyond a single doubt," muttered the young submarine
commander. "Will there never be an end to them."

As Captain Jack glanced at the young Englishman, Drummond by name, he saw
an unmistakable flash of hostility in the Englishman's eyes.

"So you're a spy, too?" quivered Benson, inwardly, turning on his heel.
After that, howsoever, the submarine boy took good care to keep Drummond
under covert watch.

In time the "Benson" returned to the surface, being now much nearer land
then when the aft had made its dive. A few minutes later the boat ran
into the harbor and made fast at its moorings.

"What are you going to do about the young woman?" Jack found a chance
to whisper, as all hands gathered on the platform deck.

"I don't believe I have actual authority to do anything," Kimball
returned, also in a whisper. "But we have the drawings, and that