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Reeve, Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin), 1880-1936

"The Dream Doctor"

' I think it is about
time those people in Washington stopped the leak if--"
The telephone rang insistently.
"I think that's for me," exclaimed Craig, bounding out of his room
and forgetting his quiz of me. "Hello--yes--is that you, Burke? At
the Grand Central--half an hour--all right. I'm bringing Jameson.
Good-bye."
Kennedy jammed down the receiver on the hook.


XIX
THE SUBMARINE MYSTERY

"The Star was not far from right, Walter," he added, seriously.
"If the battleship plans could be stolen, other things could be--
other things were. You remember Burke of the secret service? I'm
going up to Lookout Hill on the Connecticut shore of the Sound
with him to-night. The rewrite men on the Record didn't have the
facts, but they had accurate imaginations. The most vital secret
that any navy ever had, that would have enabled us in a couple of
years to whip the navies of the world combined against us, has
been stolen."
"And that is?" I asked.
"The practical working-out of the newest of sciences, the science
of telautomatics.


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