Oh, if I could only tear that young
fellow to pieces!"
John Rhinds gnashed his teeth in his fury. Had he caught a glimpse of
himself in the mirror, just then, the man would have been afraid of his
own reflection.
Yet, with all his guilty knowledge of what he had encouraged Radwin to
do, it did not occur to Rhinds to lay the blame anywhere except upon the
shoulders of honest, though hard fighting, Captain Jack Benson.
Presently, John Rhinds cooled down.
He even became suave and smiling--though under the smile a ghastly
pallor lay on his cheeks.
This change of outward temper was all because he was forced to become
crafty before others.
It is a common way with many newspapers to leap on a man and trounce him,
figuratively speaking, and then to send reporters around to see how the
victim has enjoyed the flaying.
That was what happened to John Rhinds.
Within half an hour after the newspapers had come to him a message over
the telephone from the hotel office informed the president of the Rhinds
Submarine Company that a reporter was below who wished to interview Mr.
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