The Parisian. (Paris, Tenn.) 1907-1962, 1915-07-09
TWENTY-FIFTH EPISODE
THE LOST TORPEDO.

From the rocks of promontory that
jutted out not far from the wharf
where WI Fang's body was found and
Kennedy had disappeared, opened up
a beautiful panorama of q 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 its
way above the surface. After it came
a round cylinder of steel, studded with
bolts. 1t 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 a hand
appeared cropping for hold. Then
appeared face with a tangle of curly
black hair and keen, forceful eyes
After it the body of man rose out OF
the hatch, tall, slender, striking per
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. 81 shall communicate with
,yet4Aas ,s6on 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
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 peerlne
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 strobe shivering VI
the roadway the car approached him
The assistant swung open the dool
and ran forward with thick, warn
coat and hat
Neither the master nor the servan
spoke as they met, but the mar
wrapped the coat about him, hurried
into the car, the driver turned an(
quickly they sped toward the city.
Secretly though the entrance of thu
stranger had been planned, however
it was not unobserved.
Along the beach, on boWlder, gaz
ing thoughtfully out to sea and smok
ing an old brier pipe, sat a bent fish
erman clad in an oilskin hat ant
heavy. ungainly boots. About his necl
was a long wooden muftler which con
cealed the lower part of his face quit
as effectually as his scraggly, grizzle'
whiskers.
Suddenly he seemed to discove
something that interested him, sloWl
rose. then turned and almost ran u
the shore. Quickly he dropped benin
a large rock and waited, peering out,
AS the limousine bearing tn
stranger, on whom the fisherman ha
kept his eyes riveted, turned an
drove away, the old salt rose from b'
hind his rock, gazed after the car a
if to fix every line of it in his men
DRY, and then he, too, quickly disal
peared up the road.
The strangers car had scarcely oil
appeared when the fisherman turne
from the shore road into a clump
stunted trees and made his way to
hut. Not far away stood small, III
pretentious closed car, also with
driver
81 shall be ready in minute" tn
fisherman nodded, almost running I'M
the hut, as the driver moved his ca
up closer to the door.
The larger motor had disapleare
far down the bend of the road whe
the fisherman reappeared. In an
most incredible time he had change
his oilskins and muffler for dark COZ
and silk hat, He was no longer
fisherman, but rather fussy lookiT
old gentleman, bewhiskered still, wit
eyes looking out keenly from pa