Then, as he tuned his ears more acutely, he knew that it was the
squeaking of a hinge he had heard, and he felt sure it meant the opening
of a door near by.
Through the hole he looked at the door behind which was Levi Labenstein,
whether sleeping or preparing for some act which would put the ship in
peril and endanger the lives of all the passengers, could only be
guessed.
Then, as Blake watched, he saw the door open and the German come out.
Labenstein looked around with furtive glances, and they rested for some
little time on the door behind which Blake was watching. Then, as if
satisfied that all was quiet, the man stole silently along, the
corridor.
"Something doing," thought Blake. "Something doing, all right. He has
something in his hand--probably my flashlight. Much good may it do him!"
As Labenstein passed the stateroom where Lieutenant Secor was quartered,
that door opened softly, but not until the German was beyond it. And
then Blake saw the Frenchman peer out as though to make sure his
fellow-conspirator was fairly on his way. After that the lieutenant
himself emerged and softly followed the German.
"Both of 'em at it," mused Blake. "I'd better rouse Joe and let him keep
track of one, in case they should separate.
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