"And even took one out with you on this last trip of yours," laughed Mr.
Trotter, producing from an inner pocket a book bound in black.
"Miss Peddensen, the Swedish young woman?" demanded Captain Jack.
"Here's the one I mean," replied Trotter, opening the book, which proved
to be an album, and turning the pages over rapidly. He pointed to a
photograph.
"That's Miss Peddensen," cried Jack, looking up at Lieutenant Commander
Kimball for confirmation.
"Well, Peddensen is one of the names she has used," smiled Trotter.
"What foreign government does she serve?" demanded Benson.
Trotter shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, the Department has pretty good information that she has served
England, France, Germany, Austria, Russia--oh, these spies have no
country! They serve the fattest international purse!"
"Here is what we took from Miss Peddensen," said Kimball, gravely, laying
down on the table the sketchbook and the "composition."
Taking up the latter, Mr. Trotter, after a glance declared:
"This is written in a secret cipher, most likely. Packwood, this comes
in your peculiar line of work. The sketches are easy enough to
understand. They are of the mechanisms displayed in this cabin."
"Yes, this is a cipher," declared Packwood, thoughtfully, after scanning
the sheets a few moments.
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