The paper stated, as all will remember, that the German ships having, by some extraordinary and unknown means, succeeded in evading the diligent watch kept upon them in the North Sea, had appeared on the Yorkshire coast early that morning. A German battleship, together with several first-class cruisers, had made a raid, and shelled Hartlepool, Scarborough and Whitby. At the three towns bombarded much damage was done, hotels, churches and hospitals being struck; and, according to the casualty list at that moment available, twenty-nine persons had been killed and forty-six wounded at Hartlepool; two killed and two wounded at Whitby, and thirteen casualties in Scarborough. The paper added that the list of casualties was believed to be very much greater, and would, it was thought, amount to quite two hundred. British patrol boats had endeavoured to cut off the Germans, whereupon the latter had fled. Lewin Rodwell, having read the leading article, in which the journal loudly protested against the bombardment of undefended towns, and the ruthless slaughter of women and children, cast the paper aside, rose and again went out. As he walked in the falling twilight towards Pall Mall, he laughed lightly, muttering in German, beneath his breath: "That is their first taste of bombardment! They will have many yet, in the near future. They laugh at our Zeppelins now. But will they laugh when our new aircraft bases are ready? No. The idiots, they will not laugh when we begin to drop bombs upon London!" And, hailing a taxi, he entered it and drove home to Bruton Street, where Sir Boyle Huntley was awaiting him. The man with the bloated, red face and loose lips greeted his friend warmly as he entered the quiet, cosy study. Then when Franks, Rodwell's man, had pulled down the blinds and retired, he exclaimed: "Seen this evening's paper? Isn't it splendid, Lewin! All your doing, my dear fellow. You'll get a handsome reward for it. Trustram is very useful to us, after all." "Yes," was the other's reply. "He's useful--but only up to a certain point. My only regret is that we haven't a real grip upon him. If we knew something against him--or if he'd borrowed money from one of our friends--then we might easily put on the screw, and learn a lot. As it is, he's careful to give away but little information, and that not always trustworthy." "True," was Sir Boyle's reply. "But could we not manage to entice him into our fold? We've captured others, even more wary than he, remember." "Ah! I wish I could see a way," replied Rodwell reflectively, as he stood before his own fireplace, his hands thrust deep into his trousers pockets. "To my mind, Lewin, I foresee a danger," said the stout man, tossing his cigarette-end into the grate as he rose and stood before his friend. "How?"