It seems to me, if you will pardon me again, that for the sake of peace
we must either get complete control of that invention or else understand
it so well that there can be no further danger. And again, please let me
call your attention to the fact that the brain which brought this thing
into existence is still to be reckoned with. There may, some day, come a
time when our submarines may be exploded at will regardless of this
percussion cap."
The secretary of war turned flatly upon Chief Campbell.
"This woman who is mixed up in this affair?" he demanded. "This Miss
Thorne. Who is she?"
"Who is she?" repeated the chief. "She's a secret agent of Italy, one of
the most brilliant, perhaps, that has ever operated in this or any other
country. She is the pivot around which the intrigue moved. We know her
by a dozen names; any one of them may be correct."
The brows of the secretary of war were drawn down in thought as he
turned to the president.
"Mr. Grimm was speaking of the personal equation," he remarked
pointedly. "I think perhaps his meaning is clear when we know there is a
woman in the case.
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