I began to see light. "Did he propose to go with you?" I asked.

"No," replied A--, rather ruefully, I fancied. "He said the machinery

was so perfect that it would practically run itself from our electric

accumulators, and that he would give us an absolutely free hand with

it."

"I wonder how many of you would have come back?" I said meaningly.

A--swore fervently, and I saw by the gleam in his eyes that he was fully

awake to the possibilities of the trap into which he had been so nearly

led.

Our task now, barring some unforeseeable contingency, was fairly easy;

there was a good prospect of ensnaring our foes in the pit they had so

skilfully dug for us.

"The matter is up to you now," I told A--. "I'm going to drop out till

the very last minute. But I shall be with you then. It is of the

utmost importance that we shall do nothing to scare these very wary

birds. What is your plan?"

"Well," said A--, "it seems to me I had better go ahead as if nothing

had happened. The arrangement is that Engstrom shall take his apparatus

to Havre and instal it on E77. We are then to put to sea for the tests,

and are to meet him later and inform him of our decision."

"That will do all right," I said. "I shall come on board the submarine

before Engstrom arrives, and then I think we shall surprise him."

A--departed at once to make the final arrangements and I busied myself

in sending off some telegrams arranging for the final downfall of the

Hun plotters.

A week later I found myself on board E77 at Havre. The mysterious cases

had been sent on, and with them came Engstrom, with Thornton and

Tegelmund, who professed to be interested in the venture--the former

financially, the latter as the inventor. Tegelmund was in high glee at

being thus afforded an opportunity of putting his device to a thoroughly

satisfactory test. We also had a big surprise in the arrival of

Halbmayr, who arrived in Havre under the name of Mennier. That he

should have ventured on the scene at all showed how intensely interested

he was.

Engstrom declared that the fitting of the machinery would occupy fully

three days, and we, of course, humoured him in every way possible. A--

made himself particularly agreeable, playing the part of host to

perfection, and it was evident that the conspirators never even dreamed

that their nefarious designs were suspected by the genial naval officer

who showed such an enthusiastic interest in the wonderful stories with

which they plied him on the merits of their great discovery.

The three days went by. Four great cases of machinery had been duly

shipped on board, and Engstrom, Thornton, and Tegelmund spent many hours

daily at their work in the interior of the submarine. Of course I could

not appear--I should have been recognised at once--but among the crew of

the submarine were a couple of the smartest men of the Surete, who kept

the bogus engineer and his associates under the closest scrutiny. They

reported to me that Engstrom appeared to be the only one of the three

with any great amount of mechanical knowledge, and that, while Tegelmund

worked assiduously at his machine, the others spent most of their time

carefully examining the details of the British vessel, in which they

showed the greatest interest. I began to get at last an inkling of the

plot!

The fourth day dawned--the day of the _denouement_. Early in the

morning I slipped on board the submarine, and when the two conspirators

arrived we made our coup.

Engstrom, when he came on board with Tegelmund, found himself suddenly

confronted by the Commander, with a stalwart bluejacket standing on

either side of him. He was curtly informed that he could not go below.

"But you promised!" he shrieked, livid with vexation.

"True!" said the Commander. "But you call yourself Oscar Engstrom, of

Malmo, and I happen to have the real Mr Engstrom here."

The engineer went white to the very lips as Mr Engstrom, who had come

post-haste from Stockholm in response to my urgent cable, emerged from

behind the conning-tower, closely followed by myself. The false

Engstrom began a vehement protest, but ceased suddenly, for, glancing

round, he saw Tegelmund also under guard. The game was up!

A few minutes later, with Engstrom and Tegelmund safely in irons, the

Admiralty experts who had come over from London began a minute

examination of the wonderful "invention." They soon discovered that the

cases contained a jumble of wires and odds and ends of mechanical scraps

simply thrown together to look complicated, and of no value whatever for

the renewal of vitiated air.

The real object was only revealed when we had got to the very heart of

the amazing collection of rubbish. There, cunningly hidden among much

that was superfluous, was a highly efficient electric motor, wonderfully

made and controlling a powerful bomb by machinery, set to detonate the

explosive after six hours' running. The machinery was to have been

operated by the electric batteries of the submarine, and had the E77

gone to sea and begun the "tests" of the bogus apparatus, not a vestige

of the vessel or the crew would have been seen again, and the secret of

her loss would have been locked for ever in the depths of the Atlantic.

But this, we found, was only a part of the plot--perhaps even the least

important part. Tegelmund, finding himself trapped, turned craven and

revealed the whole story. The real object of the spies was to get the

fullest possible details of the internal arrangements of a British

submarine of the latest type, and how well they had succeeded was shown

when we cast our net a little wider.

Directly Engstrom and Tegelmund were in custody, an innocent-looking

signal flag flew from the masthead of the submarine, and the officials

of the Surete ashore made their pounce. Thornton and Halbmayr were

seized at once at their hotel, and in their possession we found a

wonderful series of drawings in which many of the secrets of the

submarine were fully explained. A telegram to Paris brought about also

the arrest of Madame Bohman, and a few days later the German agents were

safely immured in the convict prison at Tours, where they were sent by

the sentence of a court-martial summoned immediately to deal with their

case. Their guilt in this particular case was too clear for any

possibility of denial, but I am glad to say that their arrest opened up

a way to us to deal the Hun Secret Service a blow from which it has

never fully recovered. Enormous piles of documents were seized and

carefully examined, with the result that numerous associates of Thornton

in England found themselves in durance vile "for the duration," and so

many fingers of the Hidden Hand were lopped off that the hand itself was

badly crippled for many months to come. How the fingers grew and were

again cut off I hope to tell at some later date.

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