The Monticellonian., 1915-09-09
TWENTY-FlFTH EPISODE
THE LOST TORPEDO.

From the rocks of promontory that jutted out not far from the wharf where Wu Fang's body was found and Kennedy had disappeared, opened up a beautiful panorama of bay on one side and the sound on the other.
 It was a deserted bit of coast. But anyone who had been standing near the promontory the next day might have seen a 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 it's way above the surface. After it came round cylinder of steel, studded with bolts. It was the hatch of a 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 groping for hold. Then appeared face with a tangle of curly black hair and keen, forceful eyes. After 1t the body of man rose out of tnC adt1h, tdll, SltAuCl, clil lhIhS pti- son. He reached down into the hold 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. T shall communicate with you as soon as l 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 waded 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 l had followed the crooks who we thought had the torpedo, on that last chase, was waiting now a powerful limousine with it's motor purring. A chauffeur was sitting at the wheel and inside, at the door, sat man peering out along the road to the beach Sud denly the man in the machine signaled to the driver.
 He comes!" he cried eagerly. Drive down the road, closer, and meet him. !"
 As the swimmer strode 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, it was not unobseryed.
 Along the beach, on a powder, gag ing thoughtfully out to sea and smok- ing an old brier pipe. sat a bent fish erman clad in an eilskin hat and heavy, ungainly boots. About his neck was long woolen muller which con cealed the lower part of his face quite as effectually as his scraggly, grizzled whiskers.
 Suddenly he seemed to discover something that interested him, slowly rose, then turned and almost ran up the shore. Quickly he dropped behind a large rock and waited, peering out.
 As the limousine bearing the stranger, on whom the fisherman had kept his eyes riyeted, turned and hind his rock, gazed after the car as if to fix every line of it in his mem ory, and then he. too, quickly disap- peared up the road.
 The strangers car had scarcely dis appeared when the fisherman turned from the shore road into a clump of stunted trees and made his way to a hut. Not far away stood a small, un- pretentious closed car, also. with a driver.
 T shall be ready in a minute" the fisherman nodded, almost running into the hut, as the driver moved his car up closer to the door.
 The larger motor had disappeared far down the bend of the road when the fisherman reappeared. In an al- most incredible time be had changed his oilskins and muller for dark coat and silk hat. He was no longer fisherman, but rather fussy looking old gentleman, bewhiskered still, with eyes looking out keenly from pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
 Follow that carat any cost" he ordered simply as he let himself into MAn lllXEo luIoINIAnO InI c