"And now, the Earl and Countess of Denby," called the ober-lieutenant. The English couple remained as motionless and appeared as unconcerned as though they had not heard. "You two, I mean," insisted the ober-lieutenant, turning to them. "Oh," said the man, and stepped forward, his wife following him. The ober-lieutenant eyed the pair impressively before he asked them: "You do not deny that you are the Earl and Countess of Denby?" "No," replied the man. "Ah! Then you admit it?" "No," he said, promptly. "But either you must be, or you cannot be, the noble couple whom I have named. Which is it?" "That is for you to determine," replied the man. "But what do you say yourselves?" "Nothing." "But you must answer my question!" the commanding officer insisted angrily. "You fatigue me," declared the man. "You have not answered my question, and won't?" "We have nothing to say." Frowning, the ober-lieutenant whispered to a petty officer, who had placed on the table the same album that von Schellen had brought to the wardroom door. The commanding officer opened the album, pointing to two photographs that adorned a page. "These are your photographs, are they not?" he demanded, glancing up at the pair. But no reply came from them. "At least," said the ober-lieutenant, stiffly, "you have been given abundant opportunity to deny, and have declined to do so. Our imperial government has had sufficient information that you two have recently entered the British secret service. It is even known to the imperial government that you two recently undertook to penetrate into Germany, under even another assumed name than Launce, and that you planned to spy upon what was to be learned along the Kiel Canal. You even had some of your arrangements made for performing that seemingly very difficult piece of spy work. You have been charged, and you refuse to deny. It is the same as a confession on your parts. The Earl and Countess of Denby will stand aside." Two sailors, at a sign from the ober-lieutenant, drew the English pair back. "Martin Kennor, once master of the Danish freight steamer 'Rigsdak!'" called the commander. Promptly the Danish skipper stood forward. "There can be no doubt at all that you answer the description just given?" demanded the ober-lieutenant. "None vatever," agreed Kennor. "The only fault to be found with you," continued the ober-lieutenant, "is that you had the misfortune to be found in such company, and that later on your tongue might prove too long and ready. That is all!" Von Schellen, again on his feet, signalled to some of the seamen, then said: "The prisoners will follow me." To the amazement of all he led the way to the conning tower. After him the sailors herded the four prisoners of war. They ascended the ladder, the Englishwoman being the last of the four. Her husband and Captain Kennor assisted her as she stepped through the manhole to the deck outside.