" John Dene
announced nonchalantly. Sir Lyster exchanged a rapid glance with the
Admiral. "If I was running this show," continued John Dene, "I'd get
that door enlarged a bit and splash some paint about;" and for the
first time since they had met John Dene smiled up at Sir Lyster, a
smile that entirely changed the sombre cast of his features.

On arriving at no, Downing Street, the three callers were conducted
straight into Mr. Llewellyn John's room. As they entered, he rose
quickly from his table littered with papers, and with a smile greeted
his colleagues. Sir Lyster then introduced John Dene.

Mr. Llewellyn John grasped John Dene's hand, and turned on him that
bewilderingly sunny smile which Mr. Chappeldale had once said ought in
itself to win the war.

"Sit down, Mr. Dene," said Mr. Llewellyn John, indicating a chair;
"it's always a pleasure to meet any one from Canada. What should we
have done without you Canadians?" he murmured half to himself.

"Mr. Dene tells us that he has solved the submarine problem," said Sir
Lyster, as he and Admiral Heyworth seated themselves.

Instantly Mr. Llewellyn John became alert. The social smile vanished
from his features, giving place to the look of a keen-witted Celt,
eager to pounce upon something that would further his schemes. He
turned to John Dene interrogatingly.

"Perhaps Mr. Dene will explain," suggested Sir Lyster.

"Sure," said John Dene, "your submarine isn't a submarine at all, it's
a submersible. Under water it's useless, because it can't see. As
well call a seal a fish. A submarine must be able to fight under
water, and until it can it won't be any more a submarine than I'm a
tunny fish."

Mr. Llewellyn John nodded in eager acquiescence.

"I've spent over a million dollars, and now I've got a boat that can
see under water and fight under water and do a lot of other fancy
tricks."

Mr. Llewellyn John sprang to his feet.

"You have. Tell me, where is it? This is wonderful, wonderful! It
takes us a year forward."

"It's on the St. Lawrence River, just below Quebec," explained John
Dene.

"And how long will it take to construct say a hundred?" asked Mr.
Llewellyn John eagerly, dropping back into his chair.

"Longer than any of us are going to live," replied John Dene grimly.

Mr. Llewellyn John looked at his visitor in surprise. Sir Lyster and
the Admiral exchanged meaning glances. The Prime Minister was
experiencing what in Toronto w