"It will be dark, soon," interposed Lieutenant Ulwin. "I suggest that
the best thing any of us can do is to turn toward the club. I feel
certain that the chef will have a famous dinner there to-night."
"We haven't any evening clothes, either citizen or uniform, in
Washington," interposed Jack Benson, who knew something of the
formalities of the service during the dinner hour.
"Come, just the same," begged Ulwin. "The members don't expect too
much of fellows who are traveling."
Jack was glad of the walk, because it helped to take the stiffness out of
the knee that had been struck.
"You let the cab driver go, did you!" asked Eph, as the submarine boys
walked along together.
"Yes," nodded Jack. "I had no orders concerning anyone like him. He's
only some worthless character hired for the job. He didn't have any
hand in the bigger job of collecting and selling harbor defense plans,
you may be sure."
As the party re-entered the club they found a large attendance. Nor
was it many moments before a be-moustached German officer approached
the group.
"Oh, Herr Ulwin," he asked, "can you oblige me by excusing Herr Benson
for a moment or two? And will you come with me, Herr Benson, to meet
a friend who wishes to shake your hand?"
Jack slipped away with the German officer, who conducted him to another
room.
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