Nothing like prison bars to stop the work of these
international spies!"
"Why, here's even little Kamanako," smiled as he turned over another
page.
"Yes, and a very smooth and slippery little spy that Jap is," declared
Mr. Trotter. "He steals all kinds of secrets, from the details of
sixteen inch guns down to the method of dyeing a blanket in a mill."
"Are you going to do anything with the Peddensen woman?" inquired
Lieutenant Commander Kimball.
"Ain't I, though--just!" answered Mr. Trotter. "You caught her
red-handed, with drawings, cipher and all."
"Will she be imprisoned?" inquired Captain Jack.
"Well, that isn't the usual way," replied Trotter. "The young woman is
more likely to be taken to New York, given a passage ticket across the
ocean, and notified that, if she tries to return to this country, she
will find that her photograph is on file at every port of entry. It
will spoil her games, without making much of a fuss."
The cutter waiting alongside conveyed Kimball and his brother officer,
Featherstone, back to the gunboat. Then it ran into shore; putting Mr.
Trotter and his silent companion once more on land.
For some minutes after that Jack, Hal and Eph remained absorbed in the
pictures in this album of known naval spies.
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