Tell my emperor I failed only because
Craig Kennedy was against me.—DEL MAR.
He had barely time to place the message in a metal float near-by. Down the submarine, now full of water, sank.
With his last strength he flung the message clear of the wreckage as it settled on the mud on the bottom of the bay.
Burnside and I could but stare in grim satisfaction at the end of the enemy of ourselves and our country.
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Up the hillside plodded Professor Arnold still in his wild disguise as the hermit. Now and then he turned and cast an anxious glance out over the bay at the fast disappearing periscope of the submarine.
Once he paused. That was when he saw the hydroaeroplane with Burnside and myself carrying the wireless torpedo.
Again he paused as he plodded up, this time with a gasp, of extreme satisfaction. He has seen the water-spout and heard the explosion that marked the debacle of Del Mar.
The torpedo had worked. The most dangerous foreign agent of the coalition of America's enemies was dead, and his secrets had gone with him to the bottom of the sea. Perhaps no one would ever know what the nation had been spared.
He did not pause long, now. More eagerly he plodded up the hill, until he came to the hut.