"
"They're a noble lot, then," grunted Jack, disgustedly.
Mr. Hennessy proposed that they go down to have a look at the dungeon
underground. While they were examining that damp, slimy old cell, the
conversation continued.
"Has either of that pair seen you, Mr. Graham?" asked Jack.
"I don't believe it. I'm not stopping at the Hotel Clayton."
"Then neither of them will suspect that I've been posted," muttered
Benson, with a short laugh.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I rather think," smiled the young submarine captain, "that I
may attempt to pay that pair back in their own coin--somehow. By the
way, do either of them know you well when they see you?"
"They might remember me as a newspaper writer," replied Graham. "So
I'll keep out of the way."
"It won't be necessary for me to keep out of the way," added Hennessy.
"I don't know either Mlle. Nadiboff or her companion; and, besides, I'm
here openly as a reporter interested in the submarine craft."
By this time the three had returned to the upper air.
"I'll vanish, now," proposed Mr. Graham. "But you, Hennessy, if Captain
Benson doesn't mind, might as well go along with him. You may get a
good look at the Nadiboff woman. You, too, may think her very young.
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