As to what he intends to do with his machine, I fear, recalling his letter, that the world must expect from it more of evil than of good.

At any rate, the incognito which he has so carefully guarded in the past he must mean to preserve in the future.
Now only one man can establish the identity of the Master of the World with Robur the Conqueror.

This man is I his prisoner, I who have the right to arrest him, I, who ought to put my hand on his shoulder, saying, "In the Name of the Law--" On the other hand, could I hope for a rescue from with out?
Evidently not.

The police authorities must know everything that had happened at Black Rock Creek.

Mr.Ward, advised of all the incidents, would have reasoned on the matter as follows: when the "Terror" quitted the creek dragging me at the end of her hawser, I had either been drowned or, since my body had not been recovered, I had been taken on board the "Terror," and was in the hands of its commander.
In the first case, there was nothing more to do than to write "deceased" after the name of John Strock, chief inspector of the federal police in Washington.
In the second case, could my confreres hope ever to see me again?
The two destroyers which had pursued the "Terror" into the Niagara River had stopped, perforce, when the current threatened to drag them over the falls.