The Romance of Elaine HTML version

5. Shadows Of War
For a long time Kennedy had, I knew, been at work at odd moments in the laboratory
secretly. What it was that he was working on, even I was unable to guess, so closely had
he guarded his secret. But that it was something momentous, I was assured.
Long Sin had already been arrested and it was a day or two after the escape of Wu
himself who had come just in time to prevent the confession by one of his emissaries of
the whereabouts of his secret den. Kennedy had Chase and another detective whom he
frequently employed on routine matters at work over the clues developed by his use of
the sphygmograph. Elaine, anxious for news, had dropped in on us at the laboratory just
as Kennedy was hastily opening his mail.
Craig came to a large letter with an official look, slit open the envelope, and unfolded the
letter. "Hurrah!" he cried, jumping up and thrusting the letter before us. "Read that."
Across the top of the paper were embossed in blue the formidable words:
United States Navy Department, Washington, D. C.
The letter was most interesting:
PROFESSOR CRAIG KENNEDY, The University, New York City.
Your telautomatic torpedo model was tested yesterday and I take great pleasure in stating
that it was entirely successful. There is no doubt that the United States is safe from attack
as long as we retain its secret.
Very sincerely yours,
"Oh, Craig," congratulated Elaine, as she handed back the note. "I'm so glad for your
sake. How famous you will be!"
"When are we going to see the wonderful invention, Craig?" I added as I grasped his
hand and, in return, he almost broke the bones in mine wringing it.
"As soon as you wish," he replied, moving over to the safe near-by and opening it.
"Here's the only other model in existence besides the model I sent to Washington."
He held up before us a cigar-shaped affair of steel, about eight inches long, with a tiny
propeller and rudder of a size to correspond. Above was a series of wires, four or five