Their docks hold no secrets.

Yet we know that there is something brewing.

Both the men upon whom my uncle relied have been murdered." "But one of them succeeded in getting a dispatch through, did he not ?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, he succeeded," Nigel acknowledged.

"My uncle was murdered, however, in the act of decoding it, and the dispatch itself was stolen." "You are very frank," she said.

"I suppose I ought to feel flattered that you treat me with so little reserve." "If you are a friend to Germany," he replied, "you probably know all that I can tell you.