The Kaiser was inspecting _his_ flagship, for when he boarded us, almost without notice, in accordance with his irrepressible love of a surprise, Sir George Warrender’s flag came down and the emblem of the German Emperor’s British naval rank, an Admiral of the Fleet, was hoisted atop all the British vessels in the port. For the nonce the Hohenzollern War Lord was Britannia’s senior in command. Aboard the four great twenty-three-thousand-ton battleships, _King George V, Audacious, Centurion_ and _Ajax_ and the three fast "light cruisers" _Birmingham, Southampton_ and _Nottingham_ there was, for the better part of an hour, no man to say him nay. I wonder if he, or any of us at Kiel during that amazing week, let our imaginations run riot and conjure up the vision of the _Birmingham_ in action against German warships off Heligoland within ten short weeks, or of the _Audacious_ at the bottom of the Irish Sea, victim of a German mine, five months later? Warrender’s squadron had come to Kiel two days before. Another British squadron was at the same moment paying a similar visit of courtesy and friendship to the Russian Navy at Riga. The English said then, and insist now, that their ships were dispatched to greet the Kaiser and the Czar as sincere messengers of peace and good-will. The Germans, in the myopic view they have taken of all things since the war began, are convinced that the White Ensign which floated at Kiel six weeks before Great Britain and Germany went to war was the emblem of deceit and hypocrisy, sent there to flap in the Fatherland’s guileless face while Perfidious Albion was crouching for the attack. They say that to-day, even in presence of the incongruous fact that Serajevo, which applied the match to the European powder-barrel, wrote its red name across history’s page while the British squadron was still riding at anchor in Germany’s war harbor.