"Four or five days. I was hung up by fog." "Well, the sooner you get out of it the better," answered Chard, turning to go. The ship's papers were in order, and therefore he had no right to detain the vessel further. As he was about to pass through the door his glance fell on a chart fastened to the table with drawing-pins. He paused for a moment and bent over it. "Here!" he said in a different tone. "Come here!" His forefinger was resting on the apex formed by two diagonal lines which had been ruled across the chart. This apex was just opposite Start Point, and the lines formed two sides of a triangle--one running parallel to the English coast as far as the Lizard, the other running south-west to a point just north of Ushant. "Vell?" inquired the Captain, but there was a slight tremor in his voice. "You'd better scuttle that Amsterdam yarn," replied Chard quietly. He laid his finger once more on the chart. "If this means anything," he went on, "it means that you've been cruising around between Start Point, Ushant and the Lizard, and that the clearance papers you showed me are just fakes. It's pretty certain that----No, you don't!" as the Captain made a swift movement with his right hand. "Keep your eye on this, my son," and Chard levelled an automatic pistol at the other's head. Then, still covering the Captain with his pistol, he hailed the _O47_ through the open door of the chart-room. "Mr. Lawless!" "Aye, aye!" came the answer. "Train the gun on this packet, and sweep her decks if the men show trouble. Then lower a couple of boats and come aboard for prisoners." The Lieutenant gave the necessary orders to the gunner, after which he saw to the lowering of the boats. In the darkness and with a heavy sea running this last was a difficult and dangerous task, but it was accomplished safely. Meanwhile, Chard had insisted on some of the hatches being removed from the _Gelderland's_ hold in order that he might judge of the contents. They consisted chiefly of cases, crates and barrels, some of which, on being opened, proved to contain earthenware. "Vell, does that satisfy you?" asked the Captain triumphantly. "Not by a damn sight," answered Chard bluntly. "There's a clear space at the bottom of the hold. Open one of the cases down there." The Captain protested, but the other was adamant, and eventually a couple of men were despatched to carry out his demand. The first case was opened, and found to be packed with cans of petrol. Chard smiled grimly and ordered another to be opened; it contained a small quick-firer in pieces. "A proper little arsenal, this," remarked Chard, with a grin. "Let's try another of your surprise packets." A third case was broken open, displaying rows of neatly packed shells. "I see; if any _U_ boat happened to have damaged a gun or run short of ammunition, you can supply the goods," said Chard. "It's a fine idea."