CHAPTER XXI
JACK MEETS A HUMAN FACT, FACE TO FACE
There was no thought of dinner for John Rhinds that evening.
After the newspaper men had gone the artful schemer spent a long time in
drafting two or three telegrams that he felt it necessary to send to
members of his state's Congressional delegation at Washington.
In the telegrams that were finally sent, the president of the Rhinds
Submarine Company referred to himself as apparently the victim of a
very clever but diabolical plot to ruin his company. He asked the
members of Congress for his state to see to it that he was given a
full opportunity for justice.
"Justice? Ugh!" muttered the old man, as he scanned one of his
telegrams. "Well--er--not if it means punishment!"
Hardly had he sent away these telegrams, and even as he was giving
thought to sending down an order to have dinner served in his rooms,
Rhinds received a telegram from the editor of a New York daily, asking
for his version of the torpedo mystery.
From the wording of the telegram, it was plain that the story had gotten
as far as New York, and that the editor regarded it as the big,
sensational news story of the hour.
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