THE ALLIES CLEAR FOR ACTION
"I left Naples for this island on an east-bound liner," continued the
Count of Surigny. "Not until within an hour of sailing did I know the
whole of the terrible story that now spoils my sleep at night and
haunts me by day. Monsieur Darrin, if you have scented any dreadful
plot, at least I do not believe you know just what it is."
Once more the young Frenchman paused. Dave, however, having regained
his expressionless facial appearance, only said:
"Go on, Monsieur le Comte."
"Then I have but to tell you what the plot is," resumed Surigny.
"Gortchky, Mender, Dalny and others knew that the American fleet would
stop at Malta, because American fleets in these waters always do stop
at Malta. They knew also that a British fleet often remains here for
months at a time. So these arch scoundrels knew to a certainty that
the 'Hudson' of your Navy would be here in due course of time. In a
word, every plan has been made for sinking a British battleship here
at Malta under circumstances which will make it appear to be plainly
the work of a group of American naval men."
Darrin, still silent, steadily eyed the Frenchman.
"You do not start!" uttered Surigny, in amazement. "Then it must be
because you already know of the plot!"
"Go on, please," urged Dave quietly.
"The plan must have been made long ago," the Frenchman continued,
"for, before August, 1914, before the great war started, though just
when I do not know, Gortchky and the others, or their superiors, had a
submarine completed at Trieste. It was supposed to be a secret order
placed for the Turkish government. The craft was not a large one.
Gortchky and some associates took the submarine out for trial
themselves. Days later they returned, reporting that the underseas
craft had foundered, but that they had escaped to land in a
collapsible boat. Most of the payments on the submersible had already
been made. Gortchky paid the balance without protest, and the matter
was all but forgotten.
"I do not know what reason Gortchky had given the builder, if indeed
he offered any explanation, but the tubes in the submarine had been
made of the right dimensions and fitted with the right mechanism to
fire the American torpedo. And a man whom I judge to have been a
German spy in America before the war--a German who had served as
draftsman in the employ of an American munitions firm--was at Trieste
to furnish the design for both the torpedo tubes and for the four
American torpedoes that the Trieste firm also supplied.
"You will have divined, of course, Monsieur Darrin," Surigny
continued, "that the submarine was not lost, but concealed at a point
somewhere along the shores of the Mediterranean until wanted. So far
ahead do some enemies plot! Where the submarine has remained during
the interval I do not know, but I do know that, submerged only deep
enough for concealment, she has been towed to these waters recently by
relays of fishing boats manned by Maltese traitors to Britain. Ah,
those rascally Maltese! They know no country and they laugh at
patriotism. They worship only the dollar, and are ever ready to sell
themselves! And the submarine will endeavor to sink the British
battleship to-night!"
"To-night!" gasped Darrin, now thoroughly aroused.
"To-night," Surigny nodded, sadly, his face ghastly pale. "Even the
yacht that carries the plotters is here."
"These are hardly the times," Dave remarked, "when it would seem to
any naval commander a plausible thing for a yacht to cruise in the
submarine-infested Mediterranean. And, if the plotters are using and
directing the movements of a yacht, I am unable to see how they could
obtain clearance papers from any port."
"Oh, the yacht's sailing papers are correct," Surigny declared,
eagerly. "The yacht has Russian registry and is supposed to be sold to
Japanese buyers to be put in trade between the United States and
Japan, carrying materials from which the Japanese make Russian
munitions of war. So you will see how plausible it is to be engaged in
transferring a Russian yacht to Japanese registry at this time."
"Humph!" grunted Darrin. "It seems a stupid thing, indeed, for any
Japanese shipping firm to buy a low, narrow craft, like the typical
yacht, to convert her into a freighter."
"Ah, but the yacht is neither low nor narrow," replied Surigny. "She
is a craft of some three thousand tons, broad of beam and with plenty
of freeboard."
"What flag does she fly?" Dave asked.
"That I do not know," was the Count's answer. "It may be that she does
not fly any. Two of her passengers are reported to be a Russian prince
and a Japanese marquis. But Monsieur Mender is not a Russian at all,
and no more a prince than he is a Russian. As for the Japanese, he is
merely a Filipino, once a mess attendant in your Navy, and now a
deserter, for he hates your country."
"When will the yacht reach these waters?" Dave inquired.
"As I have said, she is here already, or as near as she will come,"
the Frenchman continued. "At noon she was at anchorage in the channel
between the islands of Comino and Gozo. It is known as the North
Channel."
"I know the spot," said Dave, nodding. "Comino is the little island
that is used as a quarantine station. Monsieur le Comte, do you know
anything more, of importance, that you have not already told me?"
"Monsieur Darrin, I believe that nothing of importance has been left
out of my narrative. But you believe me? You will now accept my hand?"
"Yes," Dave burst out, extending his hand almost impulsively. M. le
Comte Surigny seized it delightedly.
"Ah, it is good, it is grand!" cried the young Frenchman, "after such
associates as I have had for weeks, to find myself again fit for the
confidence and the friendship of a gentleman!"
"But what will become of you?" asked Dave, a feeling of regret
suddenly assailing him. "What will become of you, my dear Surigny? Is
it likely that the plotters, if they be foiled, will suspect you? Is
it likely that they would seek your life as a forfeit?"
"What is my life?" laughed the Frenchman gayly. "I have never valued
it highly, but now, when I have won back my self-respect, a blow in
the dark would be but a mark of honor. If they wish to kill me, let
them. It would be a glorious death, in the cause of honor!"
Dave glanced out of the window, then gave a start of alarm.
"Time is passing," he murmured. "I must take my information where it
will be of the most service. And you, Surigny, may I take the liberty,
without waiting to ask our Admiral's leave, of inviting you to accept
the hospitality of the flagship? Will you come on board with me?"
"Afterward," replied the Frenchman. "Afterward, when the truth of what
I have told you is recognized."
"Where will you stay for the present, then?"
"Where I am now," smiled the Count.
Dave took one long step forward, again gripping Count Surigny's right
hand with both his own hands.
"Surigny, I am under more obligations than I can ever repay. Few men
with the instinct of a gentleman could have endured, for weeks, having
to associate with and serve such rascals as this grewsome crew. You
have, indeed, proved yourself noble, and I deeply regret that I have
ever allowed myself to distrust and dislike you."
"Let us say no more," begged the Count. "After the chase is over--and
may you win the game--you will find me here, reveling in the thought
that I have been able to warn you so completely."
Had it not been that he again remembered how late it was growing,
Ensign Darrin would have remained longer with this now bright-faced
Frenchman. As it was, Dave tore himself away from Surigny, and lost no
time in rejoining his party below.
As Dave stepped to the table, Lieutenant Whyte, of the British Navy,
raised his eyebrows in slight interrogation. None spoke.
"I don't know," smiled Darrin, "how it goes with you gentlemen of
England, but I am sure Dalzell will agree with me that it is time to
get back to our ship."
"It is," Dalzell affirmed, taking the cue.
The score was settled, after which the party left the hotel. Dave
stepped to Whyte's side. Through the streets of the little town the
party passed quickly by twos, gayly chatting. Once they were clear of
the streets and near the mole Dave began:
"Mr. Whyte, the moment for action is at hand. Surigny sent for me, and
I believe he has told me the truth. He felt under obligations, and,
when invited, joined the international plotters in order to find out
how he could serve me. He has told me that a yacht bearing the
supervising plotters is now anchored in North Channel, and that the
submarine is concealed somewhere under neighboring waters. It is the
intention of the plotters to attempt to sink one of your ships
to-night."
"Do you believe the fellow?" demanded Whyte in a shocked tone.
"At first I found it hard to believe him," Dave admitted, "but now I
believe that he told me the truth."
"And if he has not?" questioned the British officer.
"In any event, Whyte, the yacht must be watched. However, your Admiral
Barkham will have to decide what action shall be taken."
"Do you know whether others of the crew, besides Surigny, are in
Valetta?" Whyte asked.
"I did not ask Surigny," Dave rejoined. "Indeed, it is not important
to know. What we must do is to catch the submarine; the conspirators
may wait for subsequent overhauling."
At Darrin's signal the launch from the flagship promptly put off.
Darrin ordered that the English officers be put aboard their own ship
first. As the launch drew alongside the "Albion" Dave added:
"Mr. Whyte, I shall wait until you ascertain whether your Admiral has
any message to send to Admiral Timworth. That, of course, would be
after hearing your report."
For ten minutes the "Hudson's" launch lay alongside the "Albion." Then
Mr. Whyte appeared, coming nimbly down the gangway and stepping into
the launch.
"With Admiral Barkham's compliments, I am to carry a message to
Admiral Timworth," Whyte announced. "I am also to inquire whether your
Captain desires a conference with Admiral Timworth before I deliver my
message."
Dave conducted the English officer aboard the American flagship.
Captain Allen soon received them. He heard Ensign Darrin's report,
then telephoned to Admiral Timworth for permission to bring to his
quarters the English admiral's representative, together with his own
youngest officers.
Admiral Timworth received them, listening attentively to the report
that Dave had to make of his conversation with the Count of Surigny.
"Do you believe that the Frenchman was telling the truth?" the fleet
commander inquired. Dave answered in the affirmative.
"Does your message from Admiral Barkham concern the Frenchman's
report?" inquired Admiral Timworth, turning to Whyte, who had kept
modestly in the background.
"It does, sir," Lieutenant Whyte answered, stepping forward. "Admiral
Barkham's compliments, sir, and he has used the wireless to the
quarantine station on Comino Island. Such a yacht as the Count of
Surigny described is at anchor in North Channel, and is reported to
have a Russian prince and a Japanese nobleman on board. So Admiral
Barkham gives at least that much credence to the Frenchman's story."
Whyte paused a moment, that Admiral Timworth might speak, if he chose,
then continued:
"Admiral Barkham imagines, sir, that you would like to have a share in
searching the yacht and in guarding against submarine attack. To that
end, sir, he signaled to the military governor at Malta and secured
the latter's assent to a plan of having the American naval forces
co-operate with us in running down the plot."
"Of course we shall be glad to aid," declared Admiral Timworth,
heartily, "and we are much complimented over being invited to help you
in British waters."