got within reach of Wu when the alert Chinaman seemed to sense his
presence. He rose quickly and swung around.

The two arch enemies gazed at each other a moment silently. Each
knew it was the final, fatal encounter.

Slowly Wu drew a long knife and leaped at Kennedy who grappled
with him. They struggled mercilessly.

In the struggle, Craig managed to tear the torpedo out of Wu's
hands, just as they rolled over. It fell on a rock. Instantly an
explosion tore a hole in the sand, scattering the gravel all
about.

Relentlessly the combat raged. Out on the wharf itself they went,
right up to the edge.

Then both went over into the water, locked in each other's vice-
like grip.

Even in the water, they struggled, frantically.

. . . . . . .

My search for the escaped crook was unsuccessful.

Somehow, however, it led me across country to a road. As I
approached, I heard a car and looked up. There were the Secret
Service men. I called them and stepped out of the bushes. They
stopped and jumped out of the car and I ran to them.