As soon as I got on board, I accompanied the Captain to his private cabin and told him the facts. Sending for the purser, he ordered him to bring on deck at once all the luggage which had come on board in the name of Nash. "And carry it carefully," he added, as he told the purser what it contained. By great good fortune, there was only one big trunk in the hold, and it was readily accessible. The rest of Nash's luggage was in his cabin. We soon had the lot on board the destroyer, where the torpedo officer rapidly overhauled it. In the big trunk, resting quite unconcealed on the top of a pile of clothes, were two tin canisters labelled "Golden Syrup." I could not repress a shudder. "I think this is what we want," said the torpedo officer grimly, as he carefully picked up the dangerous canisters. And then he did a brave thing. "If you don't mind, sir," he said to the Captain, "I will take them out in a boat and examine them myself." The Captain nodded silently, and a few minutes later the ship's dinghy dropped over the side. The torpedo officer took his seat and rowed away alone, the canisters on the after-thwart winking in the blazing sunshine. He was literally taking his life in his hands. We could not let the liner go until we were sure we had got what we wanted, and no one could be sure that the mere lifting of the canister lids would not explode the terrible compound they contained. Half a mile away from the ship the rowing-boat came to a stop. Through our glasses we saw the torpedo officer deliberately pick up the canisters and without hesitation prise up the patent lids. A moment later he waved to us, and at once commenced to row back to the ship. "All right, let her go; I've got the stuff," he shouted, as soon as he was within earshot, and a tremendous cheer went up from the crew, who in the mysterious "wireless" of the sea had learned what was afoot. A signal fluttered from the bridge of the destroyer. The _Angorania_ dipped her pennant in acknowledgment, and soon the great liner was hurling herself through the sea on her interrupted journey. The rest of the story is soon told. The herbethite, we found, was covered with a thin layer of sweets, and at the customs examination of luggage Nash had boldly lifted the lids and coolly showed the sweets to the officer. It was done so naturally as to defy any possible suspicion. But in the bottoms of the tins we found two exquisitely made detonators, fashioned in the shape of watches, and timed so as to explode the herbethite some twelve hours after the time fixed for the departure of the ship. These removed, the tins could be handled with comparative safety.