"Hobart, Tasmania, Thursday. The schooner _Myrtle_, Abraham Prout, master, arrived here this morning in a damaged condition. Her master reports that in lat. 43° 15’ S., long. 141° 20’ E., the schooner was hit by a falling object, which Captain Prout subsequently brought into port. Examination showed that the object in question was an airship observation box or basket. In it, fortunately intact, and with the safety vane locking the detonator-pin, was an incendiary bomb stamped with the broad arrow. Experts here agree that the bomb is certainly not a British Government’s missile, and by certain markings on the observation basket it is safe to assume that it belonged to a German airship. The basket and the bomb are being forwarded to the Commonwealth Air Board Headquarters at Sydney." Then came another report: "Fremantle, Western Australia, Thursday. Investigations amongst the ruins of the aerodrome destroyed by fire yesterday morning have resulted in the finding of the remains of an aerial torpedo bearing the British Government mark. This discovery completely upsets the original theory as to the cause of the outbreak. Various rumours are afloat, but pending an official declaration on the subject, the Press is requested to confine reports to the actual known facts. A further communication will be made as soon as definite information is forthcoming." "Yes, von Sinzig is getting desperate," remarked Kenyon. "It’s a dead cert that he thought we were berthed in the Fremantle aerodrome that night. But how in the name of goodness did he get so far south? It was reported he went direct from Java to New Zealand, passing north of Australia." "He reported, you mean," corrected Fosterdyke. "Trying to throw dust in one’s eyes is an old trick of Fritz’s. Personally, I don’t believe he took the northern route, and that he picked up our wireless announcing our intention of making Fremantle, and then tried to do us in." "He’s done for himself, any old way," declared Kenyon. "I wonder if a Hun can ever be a sportsman?" "I wonder," echoed the baronet. "I’ve come across a good many Huns during the last five years, but I’m hanged if I ever met one who knew how to play the game." Half an hour later the "Golden Hind" intercepted a wireless message to the effect that the British, American, and French Governments had issued joint instructions for the German airship Z64 to be detained at the next landing-place. "That looks like business," commented Kenyon. "Von Sinzig’s out of the running." "Unless he contrives to land in Spanish territory," added the baronet. "There are the Canary Islands, for instance. He could, and probably will, claim immunity as a political offender. I don’t think he can be extradited. You see, it has to be proved to the hilt that he actually and by deliberate intent dropped a bomb on the aerodrome. No, I fancy we haven’t lost our Hun rival yet. He stands a chance of romping home, so it’s up to us to beat Z64."