“She can be—­by ship,” hinted Jack, quietly.

“Let me see,” mused Trotter.  “Yes; that can be done, if you want to take some trouble.  At about eleven to-night the Savannah freight steamer, bound for Havana, will pass by about a dozen miles out.  You could pick her up by watching for her searchlight.  Do you feel like sending Nadiboff to Cuba, in that fashion?”

“If it suits her, we’ll do it,” Jack replied quickly enough.

“It may be very bad for her if it doesn’t suit her,” replied Trotter, grimly.  “Well, hurry along and see if you can do it.  Drummond and Miss Peddensen are going north to-night, also.”

As the submarine party left the house they met Packwood and Hennessy coming along.

“I think you’ll get as good a news story as you can want to-night,” said Jack to the reporter.  “You remember, Mr. Farnum promised you one before the tip was given to any other reporter.”

Hennessy expressed his, thanks warmly, and the quartette hastened on to the hotel.  Captain Jack had little difficulty in seeing Mlle. Nadiboff in the parlor.  When he explained to her the plan, she gladly accepted.

“You will not believe me, my Captain,” she smiled, wearily, “but I am wholly through with spying.  I shall never again disgrace my womanhood in that way.”

Owing to the fire Mlle. Nadiboff was not burdened with baggage.  She carried her evening dress in a new dress suit case bought by Hal at one of the stores.  In going away she wore a plain gray dress and dark brown jacket purchased from one of the maids at the hotel.  Mlle. Nadiboff’s jewelry and money, with which she was well supplied, had been in the hotel safe, so that she left with the means of pursuing her journey in comfort.

“It is a whim of mine, my Captain,” cried the Russian, gayly, as they left the hotel, “but will you give me your arm down to the shore?”

“Gladly,” Jack agreed.

They took a shore boat and went out to the “Benson.”  While Captain Jack helped the pretty visitor aboard Hal hastened below to bring her up a chair.

“You have your wish, at last, Mademoiselle, to visit this craft,” Jack laughed, then added, gravely:  “I am sorry, indeed, that I cannot invite you below.”

“I have lost my desire to see the interior of the boat,” she replied, with equal gravity.

A start was made in plenty of time.  Gayly the “Benson” bounded out over the waves, as though even that grim little steel craft of war could appreciate the fact that its dangers were over.

In time Captain Jack picked up the Havana bound freighter by the rays of her searchlight, and moved on out to intercept her.  He signaled that he had a passenger to put aboard.  The steamship lay to, lowering a side gangway, and the “Benson” ran neatly in.  The transfer was made.

Just as she was helped over the side Mlle. Nadiboff placed her hand in Jack’s.