nce to Dover, as
she was considered too open to attack there.

There was something so beautifully natural and simple in the whole
proceeding that, although there were about a dozen German officers and
non-commissioned officers in the room at the time that the orderly came
and went without suspicion, the telegram was taken by the clerk, read
and initialled by the Censor, and passed.

A few minutes later the orderly, marching in perfectly correct German
fashion and carrying a large yellow envelope, walked out through the
town northwards and climbed the hill to the eastward of the ruined
castle. The envelope with its official seal took him past the sentries
without question, but, instead of delivering it, he turned down a bypath
to Fan Bay, under the South Foreland, gained the beach, took off his
uniform in a secluded spot under the cliffs, and went for a swim. The
uniform was never reclaimed, for when he reached the submerged
_Ithuriel_ Denis Castellan had a rub down and put his own on.

The captain of the _Hohenzollern_ was only too glad to obey the order,
for he also thought that it would be better protected from the dreaded
ocean terror in Dover, so he lost no time in obeying the order; with the
result that, just as he was entering the deserted Downs, the said terror
met him and ordered him to the right-about under pain of instant
sinking.

After that the rest was easy. The captain and officers raged and
stormed, but not even German discipline would have prevented a mutiny if
they had not surrendered. It was known that the _Ithuriel_ took no
prisoners. In five minutes after the irresistible ram had hit them they
would be at the bottom of the sea, and so the Hohenzollern put about and
steamed out into the North Sea, with the three wicked forward guns
trained upon her, and the ram swirling smoothly through the water fifty
yards from her stern.

At nightfall the course was altered for the mouth of the Thames. And so,
with all lights out and steered by a thin shifting ray from her captor's
conning-tower, the Kaiser's yacht made its strange way to Tilbury.

The instant she dropped her anchor a couple of destroyers ran out from
the Gravesend shore and ranged alongside her. The next minute a British
captain and three lieutenants followed by a hundred bluejackets had
boarded her. The German Commander and his officers gave up their swords,
devoutly hoping that they would never meet their War Lord again, and so
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