y downwards, moved by some unseen instrument. Columns of spray
leapt into the air, the roar of the guns was deafening. Then there was
another shout--a hoarse yell of excitement. Barely a hundred yards away,
the submarine, wobbling strangely, appeared on the surface. An officer
in the stern held up the white flag.

"We are sinking!" he shouted. "We surrender!"

For a single second Conyers hesitated. Then he looked downwards. The
corpse of a woman went floating by; a child, tied on to a table, was
bobbing against the side. The red fires flashed before his eyes; the
thunder of his voice broke the momentary stillness. In obedience to his
command, the guns belched out a level line of flame,--there was nothing
more left of the submarine, or of the men clinging on to it like
flies. Conyers watched them disappear without the slightest change of
expression.

"Hell's the only place for them!" he muttered. "Send out the boats,
Johnson, and cruise around. There may be something else left to be
picked up."

The word of command was passed forward and immediately a boat was
lowered.

"A man and a woman clinging to a table, sir," an officer reported to
Conyers. "We're bringing them on board."

Conyers moved to the side of the bridge. He saw Geraldine lifted into
the boat, and Thomson, as soon as she was safe, clamber in after her. He
watched them hauled up on to the deck of the destroyer and suddenly he
recognised them.

"My God!" he exclaimed, as he dashed down the ladder. "It's Geraldine!"

She was standing on the deck, the wet streaming from her, supported by
a sailor on either side. She gasped a little when she saw him. She was
quite conscious and her voice was steady.

"We are both here, Ralph," she cried, "Hugh and I. He saved my life.
Thank heavens you are here!"

Already the steward was hastening forward with brandy. Geraldine sipped
a little and passed the glass to Thomson. Then she turned swiftly to her
brother. There was an unfamiliar look in her face.

"Ralph," she muttered, "don't bother about us. Don't stop for anything
else. Can't you find that submarine? I saw them all--the men--laughing
as they passed away!"

Conyers' eyes blazed for a moment with reminiscent fury. Then his lips
parted and he broke into strange, discordant merriment.

"They'll laugh no more in this world, Geraldine," he cried, in fierce
triumph. "They're down at the bottom of the sea, every man and dog of
them!"

She gripped him by t