would take him not far from the millionaire cottage colony where
Elaine had her summer home, which, however, she had not yet
opened.

There, on the rocky shore, he sat gazing out at the waves,
waiting, when suddenly, from around the promontory, came a boat
rowed by two stalwart sailors. It carried as passengers two dark-
complexioned, dark-haired men, foreigners evidently, though
carefully dressed so as to conceal both their identity and
nationality.

As the boat came up to a strip of sandy beach among the rocks, the
sailors held it while their two passengers jumped out. Then they
rowed away as quickly as they had come.

The two mysterious strangers saluted Wu.

"We are under orders from the Intelligence Office," introduced one
who seemed to be the leader, "to get this American, Kennedy."

A subtle smile overspread Wu's face. He said nothing but this
adventure promised to serve more than one end. "Information has
just come to us," the stranger went on, "that Kennedy has invented
a new wireless automatic torpedo. Already a letter is on its way
informing him that it has been accepted by the Navy."

The other man who had been drawing a cigar-shaped outline on the
wet sand looked up. "We must get those models," he put in, adding,
"both of them--the one he has and that the government has. Can it
be done?"