Part 3 (1/2)
Kennedy followed with Ella, but the captain was not there. The sentry said he was in the ward-room, therefore the pair waited till he came forward eagerly.
”Well,” asked the grey-haired captain with some surprise, seeing an officer and a lady. ”What is it?”
”Have you received any despatches to-night, sir?” Kennedy inquired.
”No. What despatches?” asked the captain.
Then, in a few brief words, Kennedy explained how he had watched a man in naval uniform come off in the pinnace, carrying a heavy despatch-box.
The man had pa.s.sed the sentry and been directed below by the officer on duty. But he had never arrived at the captain's cabin.
The ”owner,” as the captain of a cruiser is often called by his brother officers, was instantly on the alert. The alarm was given, and the s.h.i.+p was at once thoroughly searched, especially the ammunition stores, where, in the flat close to the torpedoes on the port side, the deadly box was discovered. The guests knew nothing of this activity on the lower deck, but the two men who found the box heard a curious ticking within, and without a second's delay brought it up and heaved it overboard.
Then again the boatswain piped, and every man, as he stood at his post, was informed that a spy who had attempted to blow up the s.h.i.+p was still on board. Indeed, as ”Number One,” otherwise the first lieutenant, was addressing them a great column of water rose from an explosion deep below the surface, and much of it fell heavily on deck.
Another thorough search was made into every corner of the vessel, whereupon the stranger in uniform was at last discovered in one of the stokeholds. Two stokers rushed across to seize him, but with a quick movement he felled both with an iron bar. Then he ran up the ladder with the agility of a cat, and sped right into the arms of Ella and Kennedy.
”Curse you--I was too late!” he shrieked in fierce anger, on recognising them, and then seeing all retreat cut off, he suddenly sprang over the side of the vessel, intending, no doubt, to swim ash.o.r.e.
At once the pinnace went after him, but in the darkness he could not be discovered, though the searchlights began to slowly sweep the dark swirling waters.
That he met a well-deserved fate, however, was proved by the fact that at dawn next day his body was picked up on the other side of the bay.
Yet long before, Theodore Drost, suspecting that something was amiss by his fellow spy's non-return, had left by train for London.
Seymour Kennedy was next day called to the Admiralty and thanked for his keen vigilance, but he only smiled and kept a profound secret the active part played by his particular friend, the popular actress--Miss Stella Steele.
CHAPTER TWO.
THE GREAT TUNNEL PLOT.
”There! Is it not a very neat little toy, my dear Ernst?” asked Theodore Drost, speaking in German, dressed in his usual funereal black of a Dutch pastor, as everyone believed him to be.
Ernst Ortmann, the man addressed, screwed up his eyes, a habit of his, and eagerly examined the heavy walking-stick which his friend had handed to him.
It was a thick bamboo-stump, dark-brown and well-polished, bearing a heavy iron ferrule.
The root-end, which formed the bulgy k.n.o.b, the wily old German had unscrewed, revealing in a cavity a small cylinder of bra.s.s. This Ortmann took out and, in turn, unscrewed it, disclosing a curious arrangement of cog-wheels--a kind of clockwork within.
”You see that as long as the stick is carried upright the clock does not work,” Drost explained. ”But,”--and taking it from his friend's hand he held it in a horizontal position--”but as soon as it is laid upon the ground, the mechanical contrivance commences to work. See!”
And the man Ortmann--known as Horton since the outbreak of war--gazed upon it and saw the cog-wheels slowly revolving.
”By Jove!” he gasped. ”Yes. Now I see. What a devilish invention it is! It can be put to so many uses!”
”Exactly, my dear friend,” laughed the supposed Dutch pastor, crossing the secret room in the roof of his house at Barnes.
It was afternoon, and the sunlight streaming through the skylight fell upon the place wherein the bomb-makers worked in secret. The room contained several deal tables whereon stood many bottles containing explosive compounds, gla.s.s retorts, test-tubes, and gla.s.s apothecaries'
scales, with all sorts of other apparatus used in the delicate work of manufacturing and mixing high-explosives.
”You see,” Drost went on to explain, as he indicated a large mortar of marble. ”I have been treating phenol with nitric acid and have obtained the nitrate called trinitrophenol. I shall fill this case with it, and then we shall have an unsuspicious-looking weapon which will eventually prove most useful to us--for it can be carried in perfect safety, only it must not be laid down.”