“You will do well to remember,” said Lord Hastings, “that sometimes I keep my plans to myself.”
CHAPTER VIII.
IN THE BALTIC.
“Great Scott! What was that?”
It was Frank who spoke. He picked himself up from where he had been thrown by a violent shock and rubbed his head ruefully, glancing at Lord Hastings quietly the while.
Lord Hastings also had been hurled against the side of his cabin, as had Jack, who also was now regaining his feet.
Lord Hastings’ reply was brief, and it was not an answer to Frank’s question.
“Submerge quickly, Mr. Templeton!” he ordered.
Jack gave the command.
Lord Hastings stepped to the tube that connected with the engine room. A voice came back to him.
“Hello?” it said.