The young naval officer at once produced his credentials and displayed
them to the police official in charge.
"Now, with your permission, sir," Jack went on, courteously, "I will
use your telephone, and inform the Navy Department of the prisoner who
awaits their action here."
Five minutes later this had been done. Benson turned to Lieutenant
Abercrombie, saying:
"I must apologize for not having thought to return your revolver as
soon as we entered."
"I would beg you to keep the weapon, dear old fellow, if it would be
of any use to you," replied the British officer.
And now Hal and Eph found chance to explain that they, worried by Jack
Benson's disappearance, had at last started down to headquarters to
see if they could learn of any mishap to him, or of any other explanation
for his long absence.
"Well, it's all over now," muttered Hal. "Millard--or Graves--or
whatever other name the fellow may be using at this moment--is safe
in a cell downstairs."
"We thought, once before, that we had him bottled up safely," chuckled
Lieutenant Jack. "Mr. Abercrombie, how am I ever going to express my
thanks to you?"
"I should feel extremely insulted, dear old fellow, if you thought it
necessary to thank me," retorted the Briton, heartily.
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