The Bomb Makers Part 2
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And she, putting her ready lips to his, sat with him in the car at the foot of the long suspension-bridge, waiting for any person to cross.
They remained there for perhaps half-an-hour, ever eager and watchful.
Several taxis pa.s.sed, but otherwise all was quiet in the night. Now and then across the sky fell the big beams of searchlights seeking enemy aircraft, and these they were watching, when, suddenly, a powerful, dark-painted car approached.
"Look!" cried Ella. "Why, that's that fellow Benyon's car--he's a friend of Dad's!"
Next moment it flashed past, and beneath the dim light at the head of the bridge they both caught a glimpse of two men within, one of whom was undoubtedly Theodore Drost.
"Quick!" cried Ella. "Let's follow them! Fortunately you have to-night another car, unknown to them!"
In an instant Seymour Kennedy had started his engine, and slowly he drew out across the bridge, speeding after the retreating car over the river, along Bridge Road to Hammersmith Broadway and through Brook Green, in a direction due north.
Through the London streets it was not difficult at that hour to follow the red tail-light of the car in which Drost sat with his bosom friend George Benyon, a mysterious person who seemed to be an adventurer, and who lived somewhere in York or its vicinity.
"I wonder if they are going up to York?" Ella asked, as she sat in the deep seat of the coupe at her lover's side.
"We'll see. If they get on to the North Road we shall at once know their intentions," was her lover's reply.
Half-an-hour later the pseudo-Dutch pastor and his companion, driven by rather a reckless young fellow, were on the main Great North Road, and Kennedy, possessing a lighter and superior car, had no misgivings as to overtaking them whenever he wished.
On through the night they went, pa.s.sing Barnet, Hatfield, Hitchin, the cross-roads at Wansford, and up the crooked pebbled streets of Stamford, until in the grey of morning they descended into Grantham, with its tall spire and quaint old Angel and Crown Hotel.
It was there that Drost and his companion breakfasted, while Ella and her lover waited and watched.
Some devilish plot of a high-explosive nature was in progress, but of its true import they were in utter ignorance. Yet their two British hearts beat quickly in unison, and both were determined to frustrate the outrage, even at the sacrifice of their own lives.
At three o'clock in the afternoon Drost and Benyon drew up at the Station Hotel at York, and there took lunch, while Ella and her lover ate a very hurried and much-needed meal in the railway-buffet in the big station adjoining.
Then, after they had watched the departure of the big mud-spattered car which contained the two conspirators, they were very quickly upon the road again after them.
Out of the quiet old streets of York city, past the Minster, they turned eastward upon that well-kept highway which led towards the North Sea Coast.
An hour's run brought them to the pleasant town which I must not, with the alarming provisions of the Defence of the Realm Act before me, indicate with any other initial save that of J--.
The town of J--, built upon a deep and pretty bay forming a natural harbour with its breakwater and pier, was, in the pre-war days, a popular resort of the summer girl with her transparent blouses and her pretty bathing costumes, but since hostilities, it was a place believed to be within the danger zone.
As they descended, by the long, winding road, into the town, they could see, in the bay, a big grey four-funnelled first-cla.s.s cruiser lying at anchor, the grey smoke curling lazily from her striped funnels--resting there no doubt after many weeks of patrol duty in the vicinity of the Kiel Ca.n.a.l.
Indeed, as they went along the High Street, they saw a number of clear-eyed liberty men--bluejackets--bearing upon their caps the name H.M.S. _Oakham_.
The car containing Ella's father and his companion pulled up at the Palace Hotel, a big imposing place, high on the cliff, therefore Kennedy, much satisfied that he had thus been able to follow the car for over two hundred miles, went on some little distance to the next available hotel.
This latter place, like the Palace, afforded a fine view of the bay, and as they stood at a window of the palm-lined lounge, they could see that upon the cruiser lights were already appearing.
Kennedy called the waiter for a drink, and carelessly asked what was in progress.
"The s.h.i.+p--the _Oakham_--came in the day before yesterday, sir," the man replied. "There's a party on board this evening, they say--our Mayor and corporation, and all the rest."
Ella exchanged glances with her lover. She recollected that khaki-covered despatch-box. Had her father brought with him that terrible death-dealing machine which he and Nystrom had constructed with such accursed ingenuity?
The hotel was deserted, as east coast hotels within the danger zone usually were in those war days, remaining open only for the occasional traveller and for the continuity of its licence. The great revue star had sent a telegram to her manager, asking that her understudy should play that night, and the devoted pair now stood side by side watching how, in the rapidly falling night, the twinkling electric lights on board the fine British cruiser became more clearly marked against the grey background of stormy sea and sky.
"I wonder what their game can really be?" remarked the young flying-officer reflectively as, alone with Ella, his strong arm crept slowly around her neat waist.
From where they stood they were afforded a wide view of the broad road which led from the town down to the landing-stage, from which the cruiser's steam pinnace and picket-boat were speeding to and fro between s.h.i.+p and sh.o.r.e. A dozen or so smart motor-cars had descended the road, conveying the guests of the captain and officers who, after their long and unrelaxing vigil in the North Sea, certainly deserved a little recreation. Then, as the twilight deepened and the stars began to s.h.i.+ne out over the bay, it was seen that the procession of guests had at last ended.
"I think, Ella, that we might, perhaps, go down to the landing-stage,"
said Kennedy at last--"if you are not too tired, dear."
"Tired? Why, of course not," she laughed, and after he had helped her on with her coat, they both went out, pa.s.sing down to the harbour by another road.
For fully an hour they idled about in the darkness, watching the swift bra.s.s-funnelled pinnace which, so spick and span, and commanded by a smart lad fresh from Osborne, was making the journey regularly between s.h.i.+p and quay. Away in the darkness the lights on the cruiser's quarter-deck reflected into the sea, while ever and anon the high-up masthead signal-lamp winked in Morse code to the coastguard station five miles distant across the bay.
While they were watching, the pinnace came in again, whereupon the smart figure of a naval officer in his topcoat appeared within the zone of light, and descended the steps, shouting in an interrogative tone:
"_Oakham_?"
"Ay, ay, sir!" came a cheery voice from the pinnace.
"Look!" gasped Ella, clinging to her lover's arm. "Why--it's Benyon-- dressed as a naval lieutenant! He's going on board, and he's carrying that despatch-box with him!"
Indeed, he had handed the heavy box to one of the men, and was at that moment stepping into the pinnace.
"Off to the s.h.i.+p--as quick as you can!" they heard him order, while, next moment, the boat was cast loose and the propeller began to revolve.
"We haven't a second to lose!" whispered Kennedy who, as soon as the pinnace was around the pier-head, called out "Boat!" In an instant half-a-dozen men, noticing that he was a naval officer, were eagerly crowding around him.
"I want to follow that pinnace--quick!" he said. "Three men--and you can sail out there. The wind's just right."
In a few moments a boat came alongside the steps, and into it the pair stepped, with three hardy North Sea boatmen.
Quickly sail was set and, favoured by a fresh breeze, the boat slowly heeled over and began to skim across the dark waters.
Already the light on the pinnace showed far away, it having nearly reached the s.h.i.+p. Therefore Kennedy, in his eagerness, stirred the three men to greater effort, so that by rowing and sailing by turns, they gradually grew nearer the long, dark war-vessel, while Ella sat clasping her well-beloved's hand in the darkness, and whispering excitedly with him.
Those were, indeed, moments of greatest tension, away upon that dark wintry sea beyond the harbour, that wide bay which, on account of its unusual depth and exposed position, was never considered a very safe anchorage.
Their progress seemed at a snail's pace, as it always seems upon the sea at night. They watched the pinnace draw up, and they knew that the man, Benyon, who, though German-born, had lived in London the greater part of his life--was on board carrying that terrible instrument of death that had been cleverly prepared in such official guise.
At last--after an age it seemed--the boat swung in beside the lighted gangway against the pinnace, and Kennedy, stepping nimbly up, said to the sentry on board:
"Let n.o.body pa.s.s up or down, except this lady." Then, seeing the officer on duty, he asked if a lieutenant had arrived on board with a despatch-box.
"Yes. I've sent him down to the captain," was the reply.
"Take me to the captain at once, please," Kennedy said in a calm voice.
"There's no time to lose. There's treachery on board!"
In a second the officer was on the alert and ran down the stern gangway which led direct to the captain's comfortable cabin, with its easy-chairs covered with bright chintzes like the small drawing-room of a country house.
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