"Perhaps the fate of our fatherland," Almer replied, cleaving to English. Woodhouse stepped suddenly away from the side of the table, against which he had been leaning, and his right hand jerked back to a concealed holster on his hip. His eyes were hot with suspicion. "You do not answer in German; why not? Answer me in German or by----" "_Ach_! What need to become excited?" Almer drew back hastily, and his tongue speedily switched to German. "German is dangerous here on the Rock, Captain. Only yesterday they shot a man against a wall because he spoke German too well. Do you wonder I try to forget our native tongue?" Woodhouse was mollified, and he smiled apologetically. Almer forgave him out of admiration for his discretion. "No need to suspect me--Almer. They will tell you in Berlin how for twenty years I have served the Wilhelmstrasse. But never before such an opportunity--such an opportunity. Stupendous!" Woodhouse nodded enthusiastic affirmation. "But to business, Nineteen Thirty-two. This Captain Woodhouse some seven years ago was stationed here on the Rock for just three months." "So I know." "You, as Woodhouse, will be expected to have some knowledge of the signal tower, to which you will have access." Almer climbed a chair on the opposite side of the room, threw open the face of the old Dutch clock there, and removed from its interior a thin roll of blue drafting paper. He put it in Woodhouse's hands. "Here are a few plans of the interior of the signal tower--the best I could get. You will study them to-night; but give me your word to burn them before you sleep." "Very good." Woodhouse slipped the roll into the breast pocket of his coat. Almer leaned forward in a gust of excitement, and, bringing his mouth close to the other's ear, whispered hoarsely: "England's Mediterranean fleet--twenty-two dreadnaughts, with cruisers and destroyers--nearly a half of Britain's navy, will be here any day, hurrying back to guard the Channel. They will anchor in the straits. Our big moment--it will be here then! Listen! Room D in the signal tower--that is the room. All the electric switches are there. From Room D every mine in the harbor can be exploded in ten seconds." "Yes, but how to get to Room D?" Woodhouse queried. "Simple. Two doors to Room D, Captain; an outer door like any other; an inner door of steel, protected by a combination lock like a vault's door. Two men on the Rock have that combination: Major Bishop, chief signal officer, he has in it his head; the governor-general of the Rock, he has it in his safe." "We can get it out of the safe easier than from Major Bishop's head," Woodhouse put in, with a smile.