I leapt out of bed and began to bellow orders for pursuit--until I saw Johnson's terrified face again, and knew that I had not heard all. "... They got down to the water somehow, sir. They must have climbed down the lift rails. _And they swam to the ship...._" "Good God! _What_ ship?" "Their own ship, Sir John. Somehow or other they managed to get on board; we've just heard...." "_Where are they?_" "They did for the two men on board, and must have managed to start the engines--_the ship's gone_. The searchlights are all over the pool, and there's no trace of her. They were seen, Sir John, I ..." He broke off short, the words drying up in his mouth. All the other men shrank together in a frightened group as Danjuro came slowly into the room. I have never seen a figure so awe-inspiring, or terrible. In moments of supreme emotion a European grows chalk-white, an Asiatic grey. The Japanese was livid grey now, and his face seemed carved with fantastic gashes--grey rubber slashed with a knife. He was like a man who had slept a thousand years and wakened to find himself old, and in hell. He came slowly up to me, moving like a thing on wheels drawn by a cord, and when he was close, he spoke. I can never recall his voice without an almost physical state of fear. Suppose that you could go with Dante to that gate over which is written, "_Abandon hope all ye who enter here._" And suppose, as you stood there and listened, you heard a well-known voice far down, saying, "I am tormented in this flame...." Well, Danjuro's voice was like that. "During a lull in the storm," he said, as if repeating a lesson, "I went up on the deck of the _May Flower_ for a breath of air. Mr. Van Adams accompanied me. We were looking over the water to the Pirate Ship, when I saw lights flashing up and down through the portholes of the fuselage. It struck me as strange. We wondered what the two men in charge could be doing. As we watched, we were just able to distinguish two men coming up on deck. Then there came a vivid flash of lightning, and I saw everything plainly. The two men were Vargus and Gascoigne, and they were carrying the body of a man in uniform, which they lowered into the water." Inspector Johnson gave a quick gasp. Danjuro continued: "Without a moment's delay I got a couple of pistols, and Mr. Van Adams and I jumped into the electric launch, which was moored alongside the _May Flower_, though on the other side to that which faced the Pirate. There was no time to summon help. We shot out into the pool just as the storm began again with thunder-claps and a deluge of water. We were within a few yards of the ship and making ready to board her, when Mr. Van Adams flashed a powerful electric torch, and I saw Vargus with a knife in his hand hacking at the mooring ropes. At the same time I noticed that the lights in the pilot's cabin had been turned on.