"Good enough," nodded the chief of police, looking at the informant.
"Officer Davis, you come with me. You may come, too, Mr. Benson. The
rest of you wait where you are."
The door to the cellar was locked, but the police chief, with a skeleton
key, soon had the lock forced. Passing down into the cellar, their way
lighted by one of the bull's-eye lanterns, they found a trap opening
upon a stairway down into the sub-cellar below.
Here they came upon Hal and Eph, both securely bound and gagged, and
lying on piles of old rags. It was not long ere the two submarine boys
were free and on their feet, wholly overjoyed.
"Great Scott! How did you ever find us here?" quivered Eph Somers.
"I'll tell you when we get away from here," smiled Skipper Jack.
Up the stairs they went. One of the police party, in the meantime, had
gone out to telephone for a covered police van. Into this the four
prisoners were hustled and locked securely in.
Those of the police party who did not go with the van soon vanished, all,
save Chief Ward.
"Now, Captain Benson," muttered the chief of police, "I want to
congratulate you on your clever wit and sound judgment.
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