Young Benson gave a start when he recognized, in the address, the
handwriting of Hal Hastings.
In another instant Jack gave a much more violent start. For these were
the words that met his astounded gaze.
_"Dear Jack: I am in a Washington police station, feeling like a
number-one idiot. Soon after leaving you I ran into Millard, face to
face, There was a policeman within two hundred feet at the moment. I
let out a full siren yell and dashed at Millard. He held on to me until
the policeman reached the spot. I let him hold me, thinking that the
easiest way. But Millard produced a paper--a request from the military
authorities at Fort. Craven, to arrest and hold anyone pointed out by
the bearer. I talked--some--to that policeman, but it did no good.
He took me to the station house, and here I am! Millard vanished,
after saying that he'd wire the news of my arrest to Fort Craven.
You'll have to explain me out of this. Yours disgustedly, Hal."_
"May I read this to you, Mr. Secretary?" begged Jack Benson.
"Do so, Lieutenant."
"I will be back in a moment," muttered the Secretary of the Navy, rising,
and hastily quitting the room.
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