'After your attempts to escape,' Major Elwell announced, 'I shall be compelled to search you.' Johnson drew a revolver from his pocket. His manner remained bellicose. 'Look here,' he said, 'if you're looking for trouble you can have it. I don't recognize the right of anybody to interfere with my movements.' Major Elwell strolled slowly across the room to where Johnson was standing, looking all the time down the muzzle of the outstretched revolver. 'One moment, Mr. Johnson,' he said. 'Do you mind glancing out of this window? No, you can keep your weapon--I've no designs on that. Just look down into the street.' Johnson did as he was bidden. Half a dozen soldiers were lined up outside the entrance. 'Then out of the door, if you please,' the Major further suggested. He held it open. At the bottom of the stairs a sentry was standing with drawn bayonet. Johnson stared at him for a moment. Then he turned abruptly away. 'Look here,' he said hoarsely, 'this censor business don't go with me. You're lying!' 'Perhaps so,' Major Elwell admitted smoothly, 'and so are you. You mentioned, I think, that you had been in the American Embassy at Berlin. You omitted to mention, however, that you have since joined the German Secret Service. As that fact is well-known to us, you can understand, I dare say, why we regard this landing of yours upon a lonely part of the coast with some--shall I say suspicion?' Johnson stood very still for a moment. He seemed to be thinking deeply. 'This censorship of yours is a bluff, I suppose,' he muttered. 'Amongst many other positions,' Major Elwell admitted, 'I also hold a somewhat important place in the English Secret Service. You have, I trust, one of the first qualifications for useful service in your profession--you are able to recognize the inevitable? You are face to face with it now.' There was a brief silence. Johnson was standing at the window with his hands behind him. Presently he turned around. 'Very well,' he pronounced curtly, 'you've got me fairly enough. Go ahead.' 'You see,' Major Elwell explained, 'you might, under the present laws, be treated as an ordinary indiscreet traveller--or as a spy. Better hand over everything you are carrying.' Johnson opened his coat pocket and threw a few letters and a pocket-book upon the table. Major Elwell glanced them through and sighed. Then he turned towards Suzanne. 'If you would give us a couple of minutes, please,' he begged. Lavendale led her out into the yard. In a few minutes the door behind them was thrown open. The Major was standing at the top of the steps. 'Where's the car?' he shouted--'the car they came in?' Lavendale looked down the yard and dashed into the street. 'Where's the other car?' he asked one of the soldiers on guard. 'No instructions to detain it, sir,' the man replied. 'The chauffeur drove it to the garage to fill up with petrol.'