was something wrong. All Chinaman might look alike to some people
but not to him.

"That's not Wu Fang!" he exclaimed.

Instantly there was the greatest excitement. The doctors were
astounded as all rushed into the emergency room again. One of them
looked behind the screen. There was an open window.

"That's how he got away," he cried.

Meanwhile, several blocks from the hospital, Wu, still weak but
more than ever nerved up, came out of his place of concealment,
gazed up and down the street, and, seeing no one following,
hurried away from the hospital as fast as his shaky legs would
bear him.

. . . . . . .

Confident that at last our arch enemy was safely landed in the
hands of the police, Kennedy and I had left the hospital and were
hastening to Elaine with the news. We stopped at the laboratory
only long enough to get the torpedo from the safe and at a toy
store where Craig bought a fine little clockwork battleship.

We found Elaine and Aunt Josephine in the conservatory and quickly
Kennedy related how we had captured Wu.

But, like all inventors, his pet was the torpedo and soon we were
absorbed in his description of it. As he unwrapped it, Elaine drew