reat shock.
If that was Millard--and I'd bet a torpedo boat it was--how he must
have chuckled over the idea of having one of the submarine boys carry
his bag for him."

"How far did you go with this 'lady'?" asked the Lieutenant Ridder, with
a faint touch of sarcasm.

"Two blocks," replied Eph.

"And you left her--"

"At a cheap hotel where I can find her again. And I guess it's up to
us to start right away."

"Yes," nodded Jack. "And we can't start too soon."

It may have occurred to Lieutenant Ridder that he wasn't exactly being
consulted. However, he saw that these submarine boys were used to
acting swiftly, and he began to believe that they would work better
if left to their own devices. So he merely nodded, adding:

"I'll wait here. I'll hope to have a report before long."

Eph led his two comrades back unerringly to the cheap hotel. They went
straight to the hotel desk, Jack asking, bluntly, whether any very
tall woman, in gray, and carrying a dress suit ease, had registered
there.

"No," replied the clerk, very positively.

Then they interviewed the porter. He remembered the "woman" having
stepped inside the hotel. She readjusted her veil in the lobby near
the doorway.

"Then she went outside, spoke to a driver, got into his cab, and went
away," continued the porter.

"She spoke to the driver, did she?" Eph asked.

"Of course, sir," retorted the porter. "You didn't think she made signs,
did you?"

From their talk the submarine boys were satisfied that it was the same
"woman" whom Eph had so gallantly assisted. They were equally sure
that this veiled "woman" in gray was none other than Millard.

"Do you remember which driver it was whose cab she engaged?" Jack asked,
turning to hand the porter a dollar.

"Jack Medway's cab, sir," was the quick answer. "And here it comes,
now."

The submarine boys hurried out, transferring their attention to Medway.

"I'm just back from taking the lady," replied the driver, after Jack
Benson had slipped him, also, a dollar bill. "But say--was it a lady,
or a joke?"

"Why?" queried Jack Benson.

"Well," replied the driver, "the voice was pitched high, but there was
something peculiar about it. I wondered, at the time, if it was a man
rigged and togged out like a woman."

"Where did she tell you to take her," Jack Benson wanted to know.

"To Furnam Square!"

"Did you take her to any address there?"

"No; just to the square. Then I waite