"To warn me," echoed Hythe grimly. "My dear fellow, you're too late. The plans and specifications were stolen from the manager's confidential record room between six last evening and this morning. That's why I'm here."
CHAPTER X.
THE STOLEN PLANS.
"RENO DURANGO is the culprit," said Dacres. "If you lay him by the heels the secret will be safe."
"But the fellow isn't in England," objected Hythe.
"Perhaps not," agreed Dacres. "But he was last night. I saw him in the train."
"Then why on earth didn't you report the matter?"
"Simply because I had then no idea who or what he was. I know now."
"Come and see the Admiral," said the Commander, taking his friend by the arm.
"One minute. Look here, old man, I'm in a bit of a fix. I'm not a free agent in the matter. Besides——"