"What d'ye mean by that?"
"I'm going to take you to Miss Peddensen," returned the Secret Service man.
"I'll go all the way to Washington, by tonight's express, to see the young lady freed from this outrageous mistake," stormed the Englishman.
"I don't know about your going to Washington—to-night," replied
Trotter, yawning.
"What have you to do with that?" demanded Drummond, harshly.
"Why, I reckon, Mr. Drummond, you're my prisoner. You won't very easily go anywhere to-night, without my consent."
"Your prisoner?" demanded the Englishman angrily.
"Yes."
"By what right do you arrest me! What have I done?"
"Well, for one thing, you've tried to injure the captain of the submarine boat, all because he caught your woman friend at strange tricks on board the 'Benson.' For another reason, because we suspect anyone who defends or upholds the spy. Be good enough to step along with me, Mr. Drummond."