Tom’s face was ghastly. “That’s right,” he said. “Where is he?”
Five minute’s calculation brought it.
“He’s in Tokio,” said Dorothy.
Tom nodded. “What a fiend to have loose in the world. Here his mission is accomplished and war is over, and he keeps on.”
Dorothy sprang from her chair. “No, it isn’t that. I’m sure of it. He doesn’t know that war is over. It must be that. We must tell him of it.”
CHAPTER XIX
“What is your idea, Dorothy?” asked Tom gravely. This last catastrophe, coming when all danger from the man who had stopped all war seemed past, had sobered us all.
“You said there was a mast with wires beside the conning tower of the submarine, that time you saw ‘the man,’ didn’t you, Jim?” she asked.