"What d'ye mean?" demanded Drummond.

"Miss Peddensen turns out to be a well-known military and naval spy,
though she hasn't operated in this country before in five years,"
replied Mr. Trotter, coolly. "However, she has been caught trying to
steal the secrets of the submarine boat, and she's under arrest. My
side partner, Packwood, is now engaged in unraveling a cipher that was
taken from her."

"That's an impudent lie," asserted the Englishman, hotly.

"No it isn't," laughed Mr. Trotter. "It's a Secret Service fact."

"I'm going to go to Miss Peddensen, now, then," asserted Drummond.

"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.

"I don't know about your going to Washington--to-night," replied
Trotter, yawning.