"Oh, it is much different in my case," argued the girl. "Donald Graves
would not attack a woman, especially the woman he had professed to love."
"Miss Huston, do you feel like discussing this matter any further?"
hazarded the young acting naval lieutenant.
"Yes; as much as you wish."
"I confess to being a bit curious."
"About what?"
"Did Millard--Graves, I mean, have any great reason to need money?
More, I mean, than he could earn by honest work?"
"Yes," admitted Miss Daisy. "My mother is dead. Under her will I
inherit a considerable little fortune when I am twenty-five. But it
is solely on condition that I have my father's permission to marry the
man of my choice. I could remain single until twenty-five, but I am
only nineteen, and Mr. Graves complained that it would be an
eternity to wait."
"Then your father did not approve Millard? I am going to call him that
because the other name is unfamiliar."
"My father feared that Donald was a fortune hunter. He said he would
be satisfied if Donald could show that he were rich in his own name."
"So, then, Graves, or Millard, hit upon the plan of stealing our harbor
fortification secrets and selling them to another government," said
Jack, meditatingly.
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