"Oh, yes; they're both old offenders," nodded Trotter. "Turn along, and
see if you remember any more faces."

"Here's Gaston, who is now in jail here," nodded Jack.

"Is he, though?" asked Trotter, with interest.

"What charge?"

"Felonious assault upon Hastings and myself."

"Good," chuckled Trotter. "I shall have to see the judge privately, and
ask him to make sure that Gaston Goubet gets the longest sentence
possible. Nothing like prison bars to stop the work of these
international spies!"

"Why, here's even little Kamanako," smiled as he turned over another
page.

"Yes, and a very smooth and slippery little spy that Jap is," declared
Mr. Trotter. "He steals all kinds of secrets, from the details of
sixteen inch guns down to the method of dyeing a blanket in a mill."

"Are you going to do anything with the Peddensen woman?" inquired
Lieutenant Commander Kimball.

"Ain't I, though--just!" answered Mr. Trotter. "You caught her
red-handed, with drawings, cipher and all."

"Will she be imprisoned?" inquired Captain Jack.