We chatted a few moments about the party.
"Oh," exclaimed Elaine suddenly, "I have an idea."
"What is it?" we asked, smiling at her enthusiasm.
"We'll have a fortune teller," she cried. "Aunt Josephine, you shall play the part."
"All right, if you really want me," consented Aunt Josephine smiling indulgently as we urged her.
. . . . . . .
Down in the submarine harbor that afternoon, Del Mar and his men were seated about the conference table.
"I've traced out the course and the landing points of the great
Atlantic cable," he said. "We must cut it."
Del Mar turned to one of the men. "Take these plans to the captain of the steamer and tell him to get ready," he went on. "Find out and send me word when the cutting can be done best."
The man saluted and went out.