"This fellow—" began Jack.
"'Fellow'?" broke in Drummond, angrily.
"This fellow," Jack continued, calmly, "accused me of causing Miss
Peddensen's arrest, and promised to brain me."
"Too bad you've allied yourself with that young woman," muttered Mr.
Trotter looking keenly into the Englishman's face.
"What d'ye mean?" demanded Drummond.
"Miss Peddensen turns out to be a well-known military and naval spy, though she hasn't operated in this country before in five years," replied Mr. Trotter, coolly. "However, she has been caught trying to steal the secrets of the submarine boat, and she's under arrest. My side partner, Packwood, is now engaged in unraveling a cipher that was taken from her."
"That's an impudent lie," asserted the Englishman, hotly.
"No it isn't," laughed Mr. Trotter. "It's a Secret Service fact."
"I'm going to go to Miss Peddensen, now, then," asserted Drummond.
"Right-o," drawled Trotter, so significantly that Drummond shot a quick look at the officer, demanding: