Elmore County Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1910-1915, 1915-08-14
TWENTY-FIFTH EPISODE
THE LOST TORPEDO.


jutted out not far from the whar
where WI Fang's body was found anC
Kennedy had disappeared, opened III
beautiful panorama of bay on one
side and the sound on the other.
1t was deserted bit of coast. But
anyone who had been standing neal
the promontory the next day might
have seen thin line, as If the wa
ter, sparkling in the sunlight, had
been cut with huge knife, Gradual
ly thin steel rod seemed to rise from
the water itself, still moving ahead
though slowly now as it pushed its
way above the surface After it came
round cylinder of steel, studded with
bolts. 1t was the hatch of subma
rine, and the rod was the periscope
AS the submarine lay there at rest
the waves almost breaking over it,
the hatch slowly opened and hand
appeared cropping for hold Then
appeared a face with a tangle of curly
black hair and keen, forceful eyes
After 1t the body of a man rose out of
the hatch, tall, slender, striking per
of the boat and drew forth life pre-
server
"All right" he called down in an
accent slightly foreign, as he buckled
on the belt Il shall communicate with
you as soon as | have something to
report"
Then he deliberately plunged over
board and struck out for the shore.
Hand over hand, he churned his way
through the water toward the beach
until at last his feet touched bottom,
and he wsded out shaking the water
from himself like huge animal
The coming of the stranger had not
been entirely unheralded Along the
shore road by which Kennedy and
had followed the crooks who we
thought had the torpedo, on that last
chase, was waiting now a powerful
limousine with its motor purring. A
chauffeur was sitting at the wheel and |
inside, at the door, sat a man peering
out along the road to the beach. Sud
denly the man in the machine signaled
to the driver.
He comesl" he cried eagerly. Drive
down the road, closer, and meet him"
AS the swimmer strobe shivering up
the roadway the car approached him.
The assistant swung open the door
and ran forward with a thick, warm
coat and hat.
Neither the master nor the servant
spoke as they met, but the man
wrapped the coat about him, hurried
into the car, the driver turned and
quickly they sped toward the city.
Secretly though the entrance of the
stranger had been planned, however,
1t was not unobserved
Along the beach, on a bowlder gaz-
ing thoughtfully out to sea and smok-
Ing an old brier pipe, sat bent fish
erman clad in an oilskin hat and
heavy, ungainly boots. About his neck
was long wooden muller which con-
cealed the lower part of his face quite
as effectually as his scraggly, grizzled
whiskers.
Suddenly he seemed to discover
that interested him, slowly {
rose, then turned and almost ran up
the shore. Quickly he dropped behind
a large rock and waited, peering out. I
AS the limousine bearing the 1
stranger, on whom the fisherman had
kept his eyes riveted, turned and c
drove away, the old salt rose from be- @
hind his rock, gazed after the car as
II to fix every line of 1t in his mem f
Dry, and then he, too, quickly disap- t
peared UP the road.
The strangers car had scarcely dis E
when the fisherman turned
rom the shore road into a clump Of fl
tunted trees and made his way to a e
tut. Not far away stood small, I'M d
closed car, also with
river. II
i shall be ready in a minute" the D.
sherman nodded, almost running into N
he hut, as the driver moved his car
p closer to the door.
The larger motor had disappeared 81
ar down the bend of the road when re
le fisherman reappeared In an al Il
lost incredible time he had changed H
Is oilskins and muller for dark coat
nd silk hat. He was no longer a W
sherman, but rather fussy looking 10
d gentleman, bewhiskered still, with til
res looking out keenly from pair r.
gold-rimmed glasses.
Follow that carat any cost" he
'dered simply as he let himself into