The Colonel shook his head and clenched his two fists in a helpless gesture.
"Not a thing!" he got out savagely. "But they seem to be the only two who don't."
"What do you mean by that, sir?" Freddy asked.
"Well, I don't mean it exactly the way I put it," the Colonel said with a shake of his head. "But it seems the entire Axis organization in this country has found out that their agent aboard the Indian has stolen the battle plans of the carrier, and that I was to put four men aboard to try and trap him and nail him to the mast. Those two agents of mine, and you two."
"Your two agents got aboard last night, sir?" Dave prompted as the senior officer stopped talking abruptly.
"No," was the bitter reply. "They were shot and killed as they stepped into the waiting tender at the Navy pier."
"Shot?" Dave gasped. "Gee! That was tough. I hope the killers were caught."
"They were, and captured dead," the Colonel said bluntly. "Two waterfront rats. Looked that, anyway. One a Jap, obviously. The other looked like a German. No papers or anything on him, though. So he could have been almost any nationality. But the important thing is, that I found the leak in my own organization. I put through a call to Captain Lamb and he told me. He'd sent word to our San Diego office last night for me to contact him at once. I called him, and—"
"The bloke reading the book in your outer office!" Freddy Farmer cried.
"The man who ran the elevator!" Dave exclaimed.