"
"So she's a spy?" muttered Jack Benson, speaking more to himself. "Then
I can understand why she seemed so anxious to interest me. I was not
wrong about that."
"No," laughed Graham. "Beyond a doubt the young woman is very anxious
to please you, and to keep your interest. You happen to command a type
of submarine torpedo boat in which all the world is at present much
interested. By the way, I wonder if Mlle. Nadiboff, as you call her,
works under the directions of the same chief? He was a man--"
Here the Washington correspondent gave a description that caused Jack
Benson to exclaim:
"Why, that's M. Lemaire, to a dot!"
"I guess there's no doubt about it, then," laughed Mr. Graham. "You've
fallen into the hands of a pair of the boldest, wickedest and cleverest
of foreign spies."
"I thank you heartily for informing me about them," breathed Jack Benson,
his eyes gleaming as he thought of the pair. "But there's one thing
that puzzles me. Mlle. Nadiboff is a Russian, and M. Lemaire must be a
Frenchman. Then which country owns that precious pair?"
"Spies rarely have any country," smiled the washington correspondent.
"They work for whichever government will pay them best. Today they will
sell out their employers of yesterday.
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