It was only the stress and excitement of the shipwreck last week that he ventured to steal the chart which I had so carefully prepared for him.

I really think, if he hadn't done that, I should have had to slip it into his pocket or absolutely force it upon him somehow.

He sends it off like a lamb and behold the result! We've crippled the German Navy for the rest of the war." "It was a faked chart, then, of course ?" Richard demanded breathlessly.
"And quite the cleverest I ever prepared," Sir Henry acknowledged.

"I can assure you that it would have taken in Von Tirpitz himself, if he'd got hold of it." "But where is Maderstrom now, sir ?" Richard asked.
Sir Henry moved his head towards the window, where Philippa, for the last few moments, had softly taken her place.

Her eyes were watching a green light bobbing up and down in the distance.