"Is this your General Mackenzie?" I sneered at Whitehouse. "You're a fine British officer." He walked away, ashamed, himself, of the dodge he had used to get us to the jail without the desperate attempts he, in his stupid timidity, expected us to make. But the jail was not so bad. We got our meals from a restaurant. They separated me from my men, which I did not like. Nor was it exactly military ethics to confine prisoners of war in a common calaboose. But the authorities were nervous. They believed the _Seeadler_ was lurking somewhere near by, and they expected our comrades to come raiding ashore and try to rescue us. Of course, they kept on trying to get us to tell them where the _Seeadler_ was, but they learned nothing. Lieutenant Whitehouse was still our jailer. Keeping a good hold of his pistol, he came up to me again. He spoke very politely this time: "A Japanese admiral wants to see you, sir." I laughed at him. "First it was General Mackenzie, and now it is the Japanese admiral. Ho! Ho! What tricks are you up to this time?" "No, really, upon my word, really, Count, the Japanese admiral wants to see you." "By Joe, Lieutenant, I was fool enough to get all slicked up to see your General Mackenzie. But I'll be hanged if I'll budge an inch to see your old Japanese admiral." I didn't know what kind of foolishness it was this time, and intended to protest and stall as long as I could. He went away rather sheepishly. In a few minutes another lieutenant showed up. "There is a Japanese admiral who really does want to see you, Count Luckner, you know," he said. "Oh, since you say so, Lieutenant, it must be so," I replied. I brushed up my uniform and accompanied him through the courtyard to a pier. A splendid cruiser, the _Ysuma_, lay out there at anchor in the harbour. A boat manned by Japanese sailors was waiting there for me at the landing. Aboard the cruiser, the magnificent deck contrasting with the dingy jail that now was my home, I felt like a man who, long confined in darkness, suddenly walks into sunlight. My feelings changed to those of discomfort as the Admiral welcomed me. He was a grave, courteous little man, clad in an immaculate white uniform. My own uniform had once been white, but in spite of all the washing I had given it, it was now a dingy gray. The gold braid had turned green from the corrosion of the sea water. So I tried to make up in dignity of bearing what I lacked in perfection of dress. He introduced me to his officers: "Here is the man we have chased for three months." And then turning to me: "I am sorry, sir, to meet you in this situation. I would rather it had been in a good, square fight." "I should far rather be your prisoner, Admiral," I answered, "than the ignominy of living in this beastly Fiji Island jail." The Japanese had not known of the jail part of it. The officers looked in cold astonishment at the British lieutenant, who was much embarrassed.