He had been following
one of the members of the embassy staff, who saw he was being
shadowed, turned suddenly on the man, and exclaimed, "Why are
you hounding us still?" What do you make of it? No trace yet
of Nordheim
BURKE.
The lines in Craig's face deepened in thought as he folded the
message and remarked abstractedly, "She works all right when you
are aboard." Then he recalled himself. "Let us try her again
without a crew."
Five minutes later we had ascended to the aerial conning-tower,
and all was in readiness to repeat the trial of the night before.
Vicious and sly the Z99 looked in the daytime as she slipped off,
under the unseen guidance of the wireless, with death hidden under
her nose. Just as during the first trial we had witnessed, she
began by fulfilling the highest expectations. Straight as an arrow
she shot out of the harbour's mouth, half submerged, with her
periscope sticking up and bearing the flag proudly flapping,
leaving behind a wake of white foam.
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