Mazie closed her eyes and sat down dizzily. When she dared look up, she saw the man sprawled on the floor, and the girl crouching beside him, like a wild beast beside her kill.
Seeming to feel Mazie"s eyes upon her, Cio-Cio-San turned and smiled strangely, as she said:
"He is dead!"
CHAPTER XX
AT THE BOTTOM OF THE RIVER
The Russian had told the truth when he said the friends of Mazie and Cio-Cio-San were on the bridge. Johnny and Hanada had rushed from the room and had been standing there straining their eyes for a trace of that strange light beneath the water, when the first shot rang out. But the Russian had not counted on the extraordinary speed with which Johnny could drop to earth.
Before the second shot could be fired, Johnny was flat on the surface of the bridge, quite out of range. Hanada had not fared so well. The first shot had been aimed at him and had found its mark. He lay all crumpled up, groaning in mortal agony.
"Get you?" Johnny whispered.
"Yes," the boy groaned, "but you--you get that man."
There came the tramp of feet on the bridge. The police had heard the shots. The long finger of light from the police boat again felt its way back and forth through the darkness.
"D" you shoot?" demanded the first policeman to arrive.
"No! No! They didn"t do it," a second man interrupted before Johnny could reply. "It came from the river. I saw the flash. Devils of the river"s deep! What kind of a fight is this, anyway?"
"I seen it! I seen it!" It was Jerry the Rat who now broke into the gathering throng. "I seen it; a German sub."
"A submarine!" echoed a half dozen policemen at once.
"I think he is right," said Johnny. "You better drag the river."
"h.e.l.lo!" exclaimed one of the officers. "If this ain"t the same two guys we"ve been looking for? Johnny Thompson and the j.a.p."
"You are right," said Johnny disgustedly, "but for once use a little reason. There are world crooks down there in the river and they have some helpless woman there as hostage. Perhaps by this time they may be killing her. I"ll keep. I can"t get away; not for good. I"m known the country over, beside your charge against me is false, idiotic."
"Yes, yes," it was Hanada"s hoa.r.s.e whisper. "Take me to a hospital. I"ll tell all and you will know he was not in it at all. Let him help you.
And--and, for G.o.d"s sake, get that man."
He sank back unconscious.
"Here, Mulligan," ordered a sergeant, "you and Murphy take this j.a.p to the Emergency quick. You, Kelly and Flannigan, get over to the box and call the police boats with drags. Tell "em to drag the river from Madison street in one direction and from the lake in the other. It sounds like a dream, but this thing has got to be cleared up. Them shots come from the river sure"s my name"s Harrigan. We got to find how it"s done."
A half hour later, two innocent looking police boats moved silently up the river from Madison street bridge. They traveled abreast, keeping half the river"s width between them. From their bows there protruded to right and left, heavy iron shafts. From these iron shafts, at regular intervals, there hung slender but strong steel chains. These chains reaching nearly to the bottom of the river were fitted up at the lower end with heavy p.r.o.nged steel hooks. At that same moment, two similarly equipped boats started up the river from the lake. They were combing the river with a fine tooth comb.
Meanwhile the men beneath the surface of the river were not idle. They did not realize the danger which their last act had drawn them into and therefore did not attempt to escape by running their craft out into the lake. But they did have other matters to attend to. One of their number was locked in the rear compartment. His fate was unknown to them. This much they did know, he had not unfastened the door nor answered when they called to him.
After vainly pounding and kicking the door, they lifted a heavy steel shaft and using this as a battering ram, proceeded to smash the door from its fastenings. At first this did not avail. But at last each succeeding blow left a slightly larger gap between the door and its steel jamb. Then suddenly, after a violent ram, which sent echoes through the compartment, the lower catch gave way. With a hoa.r.s.e shout the Russian urged his men to redoubled effort. Three more times they backed away to come plunging forward. The third blow struck the door at the very spot where the fastening still hung. And then, with a creaking groan the door gave way.
Just inside the door, Mazie stood tense, motionless, her arms outstretched in terror. Fingers rigid, lips half-parted in a scream, she stared at the door. In the doorway stood the Russian, a knife gleaming in his hand. For a second his eyes searched the room. Then they fell on the body of the j.a.p huddled on the floor. Rage darkened his face as the Russian took a step forward.
At that instant there had come a dull sound of metal grating on metal.
The Russian toppled over on his side and the two girls were thrown to the floor.
The chamber had given a sudden lurch. The next instant it rolled quite over, piling the two women and the corpse in a heap and sending the door shut with a bang. The Russian had fallen outside. The craft rolled over, once, twice, three times and then hung there, with the floor for its ceiling.
Overcome with fright and misery, Mazie did not stir for a full minute, then she dragged herself from the gruesome spot where she lay.
She gave one quick glance at the door. It appeared to have been wedged solidly shut. Then she turned to Cio-Cio-San, who also had arisen.
"What can have happened?" Mazie asked in a voice she could scarcely believe was her own.
What had happened was this: one of the hooks on the police boat had caught in an outer railing of the submarine. The giant iron fish was hooked.
To throw other drags, fastened on longer chains, into the sub; to send tugs and police boats snorting backward; to tighten the chains and draw the sub to the surface, to whirl it about until the hatchway was once more at the upper side, this was merely a matter of time.
When the Radicals saw what had been done, they doubtless realized that if they refused to come out the lid would be blown off and they would be likely to perish in the explosion. They had apparently planned to charge the police and attempt an escape, for the Russian came first with a rush, a pistol in each hand. But Johnny Thompson"s good right arm spoiled all this. He had leaped to the surface of the sub and when the Russian appeared he gave him a blow under the chin that lifted him off his feet and sent him plunging into the river.
Seeing this the other members of the gang surrendered.
Johnny was the first man below. Seeing the closed door to the right, he hammered on it, shouting:
"C"mon out, we"re the police."
Slowly the door opened. There before him stood Mazie.
"Mazie!" Johnny"s eyes bulged with astonishment.
"Johnny!" There was a sob in her voice. Then catching herself, she glanced down at her wrinkled and blood-bespattered dress.
"Johnny," she implored, "for goodness" sake get me out of this horrid place so I can change these clothes."
"There"s decent enough dresses at the police station," suggested a smiling officer.
"Call the wagon," said Johnny.
Soon they were rattling away toward the station, Mazie, Cio-Cio-San, and Johnny.
"Johnny," Mazie whispered, "you didn"t desert, did you?"
"Did you think that?" Johnny groaned in mock agony.
"No, honest I didn"t, but what--what did you do?"
"Just got tired of waiting for Uncle Sam to bring me home from Russia, so I walked, that"s all. Here"s my discharge papers, all right. And here"s my transportation."