It took fifteen or twenty minutes, but they managed,
finally, to interfere so that they sent the submarine to the
bottom of the harbour. Instead of being the criminal, Burke, Mrs.
Brainard is the victim, the victim both of Nordheim and of her
servants."
Craig had thrown open a window and had dropped down on his knees
before a little stove by which the room was heated. He was poking
eagerly in a pile of charred paper and linen.
"Shirley," he cried, "your secret is safe, even though the
duplicate plans were stolen. There will be no more interference."
The Captain seized Craig by both hands and wrung them like the
handle of a pump.
"Oh, thank you--thank you--thank you," cried Gladys, running up
and almost dancing with joy at the change in her father. "I--I
could almost--kiss you!"
"I could let you," twinkled Craig, promptly, as she blushed
deeply. "Thank you, too, Mrs. Brainard," he added, turning to
acknowledge her congratulations also. "I am glad I have been able
to be of service to you."
"Won't you come back to the house for dinner?" urged the Captain.
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