From the hotel I got a telescope and I saw a pinnace with half-a-dozen workmen, and a pilot who was evidently an engineer, land on board.

They seemed to be completing the adjustments of some new piece of mechanism.

Then they steamed away out of sight of the land." "A busy life, yours, Ronnie," Sir Alfred remarked, after a moments pause.

"What about it now?
I've had two urgent messages from Berlin this morning." "It's pretty difficult," Granet acknowledged.

"The _Scorpion's_ out in the Channel or the North Sea.