"With some study I can make it out."
"Who's the young Englishman who escorted Miss Peddensen?" demanded
Captain Jack.
"Never saw him until I glanced at him in the launch just now," replied
Trotter. "He may be another spy, unknown to us, or he may be merely a
good-natured and wholly innocent young chap whom the Swedish girl has
lured into her service."
"What are these other pictures?" inquired Mr. Kimball, beginning to
turn the leaves.
"All of 'em photos of people known to be engaged in stealing naval
secrets for foreign powers," replied Trotter. "Captain Benson may
keep this album for future use. I've another copy for you, Mr. Kimball."
"Why, here's a good likeness of Mlle. Nadiboff," cried Jack Benson,
pausing in turning the leaves and glancing down at the picture of a face
he had good cause to remember. "And here, opposite her, is M. Lemaire!"
"Oh, yes; they're both old offenders," nodded Trotter. "Turn along, and
see if you remember any more faces."
"Here's Gaston, who is now in jail here," nodded Jack.
"Is he, though?" asked Trotter, with interest.
"What charge?"
"Felonious assault upon Hastings and myself."
"Good," chuckled Trotter. "I shall have to see the judge privately, and
ask him to make sure that Gaston Goubet gets the longest sentence
possible.
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