“Yis, sor.”
“Very well, that will do.”
The red hair and grinning mug then vanished.
Barney and Pomp were Frank Reade, Jr.’s faithful body servants. They had been long in his employ.
Steps were heard outside a few moments later, and two men entered.
Captain Hartley and Cecil Clifford shook hands with Frank Reade, Jr. In a very few moments they were the warmest of friends, so instinctive was the sympathetic tie between kindred souls.
“We understand you have perfected a submarine boat, Mr. Reade,” said Clifford.
“That is true,” replied Frank.
“That is a wonderful triumph. We congratulate you.”
“Thank you.”