"Collins, if we can't smash up this little establishment there'll be a dozen destroyers before long rigged up with this infernal contrivance." The little man stood before the window and gazed steadfastly out seawards.
"They'll be here this week," he said confidently.

"You'd better go now, Granet.

It's all over for to-night." Granet nodded and left the room quietly.

Every one in the Dormy House was sound asleep.

He made his way back to his own apartment without difficulty.