"I'll wager that talk would interest us, if we could hear it," remarked
Jack Benson, sarcastically, to his friends.
Rhinds, however, turned and hurried off. In five minutes he was back in the lobby. Eagerly he glanced about for the Farnum party, and located it. Then he moved over to where Farnum and his submarine boys sat.
"Farnum," breathed the old man, anxiously, "I've a favor to ask of you."
"That's strange," replied the shipbuilder, coolly.
"I won't term it a favor, then," went on the other, restlessly. "I will put it another way. As a simple act of justice will you meet two people whom I want you to hear?"
"I've heard a good deal, lately," answered Farnum, reluctantly.
"I ask this as a matter of justice. Won't you and young Benson step down the corridor with me?"
"How long will this interview take?" demanded Farnum.
"Only a very short time."
"Well, lead on, then."