And now,
good-bye, my Captain. You cannot continue to know such as I."
Despite what he knew of this dangerous woman, Jack Benson felt himself
touched.
"What is going to become of you, Mademoiselle?" he asked. "Will you
be dragged down in the snares that have entrapped your confederates!"
"I do not know. How could I know?" she asked, looking quickly up at
him. "Yet, if my accomplices escape, and find that I have served you,
my Captain, do you know the forfeit they will exact?"
"Your life?" whispered Benson.
"Yes!"
"Then, if I can, I am going to help you to escape them," promised the
submarine boy. "Yet that can happen only on your most solemn
word--given, pardon me, in a moment of absolute honesty--that you will
never again play the spy, for the secrets of the United States
Government."
"Oh, I will promise that," replied Mlle. Nadiboff, quickly. "Yet I
hardly need to. After what I have done, just now, no one in my
peculiar line of work would ever trust me again. I shall be shunned,
hereafter, if not destroyed, by those who have worked with me."
"I shall do my best to get you safely away from Spruce Beach," promised
Jack Benson. "Have you more to say to me, Mademoiselle?"
"Nothing, but good-bye, my Captain.
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