One after another he pulled out and shook the clothes until frocks and gowns and lingerie lay strewn all about.
But there was not a thing in the trunk that even remotely resembled the torpedo model.
The stranger scowled.
Where was it?
CHAPTER VIII
THE VANISHING MAN
Del Mar had evidently, by this time, come to the conclusion that Elaine was the storm centre of the peculiar train of events that followed the disappearance of Kennedy and his wireless torpedo.
At any rate, as soon as he learned that Elaine was going to her country home for the summer, he took a bungalow some distance from Dodge Hall. In fact, it was more than a bungalow, for it was a pretentious place surrounded by a wide lawn and beautiful shade trees.
There, on the day that Elaine decided to motor in from the city, Del
Mar arrived with his valet.
Evidently he lost no time in getting to work on his own affairs, whatever they might be. Inside his study, which was the largest room in the house, a combination of both library and laboratory, he gave an order or two to his valet, then immediately sat down to his new desk. He opened a drawer and took out a long hollow cylinder, closed at each end by air-tight caps, on one of which was a hook.