The Washington times., 1919-02-14

| through her connection with the
enemies of the United States, the
captain of the raider is interrupted
in his plans for a getaway by Mrs
Thayer's message to him, by
means discovered and perfected
during the war for communicating
with and between underwater craft
Once on board with her captives
and WI Tsang, the latter Is made
acquainted with the captain, and
Mrs. Thayer asks that the prisoners
be conveyed as far from their ma
tive shores as possible.
To this the Hun skipper readily
agrees. They will be useful as ex-
hibits of his prowess in penetrating
to the Capital of the yankee
pigs Mrs. Thayer learns it will
take a week, at least, to reach the
ocean. eve can only run on the
surface, owing to the lack of depth
of the channel, and only on dark
nights. By day we are forced to
seek some deep spot and lie on the
bottom, so as to give room for
river craft to pass over US without
risk of striking our superstructure.
Tomorrow we are going to lay
off Fort Washington, at about this
spot" pointing to a place on a map
of the Potomac where the figures
indicated ninety feet Of water.
"Then at night we will move, and
daybreak should find us near Co
lonial Beach, where you and your
friend can catch a boat for Wash
ington."
All this time the boat is under
way, and true to the captains pre-
diction, morning finds them resting
on bottom of Fort Washington.
Overhead, unknowing a sinister
craft is lying in the mud beneath
their kesls, pass river craft of all
sorts. The big Navy Yard tug
Choctaw, pushing a barge contain
ing two freight cars loaded with
armor plate destined for the prov
ing grounds at Indian Head, swings
in close to the Maryland shore which
the channel hugs at this point. Con-
solidated Coal Company's tug No.
q, towing three barges loaded with
coal, passes the Government vessel,
headed for the coal docks at
Georgetown.
The heavy sea-going coal COM
pany tug kicks up a huge wake
from her heavy propeller, and the
barge containing the freight cars
rolls end on. The chucks holding
the cars on the rails laid on the
deck of the barge give way, and
the two heavy cars with their bur-
den of steel plates, plunge off the
end of the lighter and strike the
water directly over the spot where
lies the submarine U-199.
+ + I. !.
Frank Kimball awakes to pass
another wretched day. No change
in Madeline's condition. Not a
word from Knowles or Henderson.
A Noon Edition of The Times con-
tains a story of the accident to
"Miss Madeline Connor, the details
of which are kept secret by the po-
lice and the Capitol authorities"
Turning the pages absently, his
eye is caught by a diagram in the
form of a triangle, with a cryptic
arrangement of letters inclosed. He
reads of how it was taken from a
prisoner at the New Jersey ave-
nue. police station, a Chinese. Chi
nese! A triangle! Surely this
must be the same bit of paper
which he beheld flung into the fur
mace over in Virginia!
But then there was no lettering on
that paper, only the bare triangle.
on to the police station, where his
statement that he knows the owner
Of the mysterious document, together
with the prestige of his uniform, and
Identification by phone by the Raj
eigh Hotel clerk, and a yes, l recog-
nize you from your pictures IN the
papers. Lieutenant" gives him pos
session of the paper.
But how the lettering in the trian-
gle? Eureka. Disappearing ink.
Some one experimental and restored,
the letters.
"It's up to you Frank KimbalI, to
discover the meaning hidden in this
inscription" calculates the aviator
With the energy which made him a