The Boy Scounts on a Submarine | Page 3

into the library, shutting the door.
"Lester was always teasing me, Chief, because I was so afraid of spies,
but we may as well consider anything now. My brother had just
perfected the most wonderful invention--a war device; and the board of
directors at the works tried it out this afternoon. The formula was in
Lester's coat pocket--the only formula there is. I know it was there,
because I told him I thought it was a careless way to carry it. He
laughed at the idea of any one around here getting hold of it, and said
anyway the formula was in his head.
"I have looked in his coat pockets, all of them.
"The formula is gone."
"That's it, is it?" gritted the detective. "I am sure you are right, Miss
Pomeroy. We have a reason for the deed now, and one clew to act on."
He opened his hand and showed her the piece of cloth that poor little
Beatrice had torn from the intruder's garment.
"Did you ever see anything like this before?" he asked. "That is an
unusual pattern. You have a lot of extra help here just now. Did you
ever notice a coat or a cap like this?"
Elinor shook her head. "Never," she said.
"Well, don't you fret, Miss Pomeroy. We'll have to find that coat. The
man who wears it has the formula. And it won't take long to run down a

man who owns a giddy plaid like that. If your brother could only speak,
he could help a lot."
"Is he no better?" asked the girl fearfully.
"It's a pretty bad affair, I'm afraid," said the Chief regretfully. "He'll
pull through all right after a while, I think, but the doctors say there is a
piece of bone pressing on the brain; and they may have to operate. In
the meantime, we can't wait. You see this business of the formula puts
things on a different basis. I will have to get the government secret
service men here as soon as I possibly can. It is a national affair now.
Keep cool, Miss Pomeroy, and don't talk to any one. I'm going now, but
I will leave a half-dozen men on the place. Don't talk; don't let your
brother talk. Who is the old woman crying in the sitting room?"
"It is Aunt Ann," Elinor explained. "She is really no relation. Her
husband used to work here, and after he was killed she stayed on and
took care of things for mother. Then when mother died, why, of course
she stayed. She is all alone in the world. She has or had a son, but he
disappeared a good while ago. He was a very bad boy. The last she
heard from him he was in South America. We think he is dead. Poor
Aunt Ann! She loves Lester as thought he were her own child. I think
she would die for him."
"She is all right then," mused the detective. "Well, I'll get along, Miss
Pomeroy. Just keep cool."
Elinor followed him to the door and stood leaning against the big porch
pillar as the detective crunched briskly down the gravel path. A group
of men came hurrying up to meet him, and Elinor listened eagerly.
"We got him, Chief!" she heard a voice say triumphantly. "Walking
along the road bold as brass."
"Why shouldn't I?" an angry tone answered. "The street is public. Ain't
I got a right to go long it? What you pinchin' me for, anyhow? I ain't
full and it ain't vagrancy to walk along the road to Manlius. You leave
me go!"

"Put him in the car." said the Chief. "And look here, young fellow. I'll
search you later; look here. Here is something for you to chew on for a
while. Hold the flash, Dennis. Look here, you! See that piece of cloth?
It just fits the torn place in your collar. She nearly got you, didn't she,
before you managed to beat her brains out?"
Elinor heard a subdued struggle as the police loaded the prisoner into
the car. She rushed into the house to tell Aunt Ann that the man had
been caught. Wugs with a couple of smaller scouts came up. Wugs
followed his sister into the house, and the two other boys sat down on
the steps where they would not miss anything going on.
Philip and Benjamin Potter, known to their intimate friends as Pork and
Beans Potter, were twins painfully alike in thought, word and deed as
well as size and looks. They sat side by side. Each boy leaned his right
elbow on his right knee and supported his chin on his hand.
"Funny 'bout that coat," said Beans. "Did you see it?"
"Yes," said Porky. "I was