"There is one little point I would like to inquire about, Mr. Rhinds,"
hinted this reporter, chewing at the end of his pencil.
"A dozen--a hundred points--anything you want to know!" protested the
man who was being interviewed.
"Thank you," nodded the reporter, coolly. "Now, it is a well-established
fact that you had your full number of torpedoes aboard, when the naval
officers searched. But have you any place on board the 'Thor' that
would serve as a hiding place for an extra torpedo--an extra torpedo
that might, let us say, have been obtained in any one of a number of
ways?"
John C. Rhinds began to feel great waves of chill passing up and down
his spine. Hang this smiling, boyish reporter! Rhinds began to feel
that he hated this young man next to Jack Benson!
"No!" shouted the interviewed one, hoarsely, angrily. "We have no such
hiding place on board. We have no place that could be used for hiding
an extra torpedo."
The reporter nodded, then continued with a cool smile:
"Thank you, Mr. Rhinds, for answering so important a question on such a
vitally important point.
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