"Marsden reports," he announced, "that the feeling in the West is quite strong over the Lusitania. While I believe our foreign office may be able to drag the situation out until the fever heat of war is passed, still I fancy it would not be a bad idea on our part to make such preparations as may be necessary in case the United States should suddenly determine to avenge the death of its citizens. Now--" Karl Boy-Ed, naval attache, interrupted. "I believe we have anticipated you there, my dear Dr. Albert," he said smoothly. "Kindly tell us what you believe to be the greatest defensive and offensive agent which America has against Germany at the present time." "Why the great Atlantic fleet, of course." "You mean the one that is in New York at the present time for review?" "Of course." "And if my good comrade Von Papen and myself should tell you that we have already made arrangements to make this fleet incapable of working either for the defense of America or for an offense against Germany, what would you say?" Dr. Albert brought his hand down on the desk with a thumping bang. "I should call it a master stroke!" he announced. Boy-Ed looked at Von Papen and smiled. Then he turned to Dr. Albert again. "Then, my dear Doctor, your mind may rest easy. Capt. Von Papen and I have arranged a scheme which will make the great Atlantic fleet wholly useless in event of war. Rather, we have arranged two schemes. One of them is planned for the Naval Ball at the Ansonia Hotel in New York tonight, which will be attended by practically every navigating officer of the fleet. The other is held in reserve in case the attempt to-night fails. It is a trifle more daring--and I might say, a bit more spectacular. Even his Imperial Highness, the Emperor, would delight in seeing it! But of course, we are holding that for the _coup de etat_, as it were, in case the plan tonight fails." [Illustration: The Ansonia Hotel, New York City] It was as they discussed the details of their plot for the night that Harrison Grant hurried from his office in the Criminology Club in answer to a call from an operative: "They want you in the dictograph room!" Ten minutes later, the investigator of crime leaped from a taxi around the corner from the Hohenzollern Club and made his way to the room adjacent to the German meeting place. Stewart and Cavanaugh were awaiting him anxiously. "Something doing," said Stewart as he raised his eyes to his chief. "I've been catching stuff for the last half hour." "What about?" "The Ansonia Hotel." "The Ansonia?" Grant came forward quickly. "Yes. Anything special going on there tonight?" "A good deal," was the quick answer of Harrison Grant. "The Officers of the navy are going to have their review ball there. Why?" "Because," and the operative leaned closer to the dictograph, "the indications are that the Germans intend to blow it up--and our navy officers along with it."