"Yes." Bernstorff looked out again at the clouds. "As I said, the glow of fires and explosions will form a pretty sight against those clouds. It will be very nice for us to look at as we steam away. Therefore--" and he snapped open his watch--"I would suggest that you hurry out there for a final report and join me in the cabin of the _Frederik VIII_." "Very well, your excellency." Albert departed, but did not notice that an automobile followed him as he hurried away from the hotel. An hour later, Dr. Albert stood in a ramshackle building at the outskirts of town, giving his final instructions. "Remember, that as soon as Ambassador Bernstorff and myself are safely on board the _Frederik VIII_, you are to start a bomb campaign in the harbor of New York that will eclipse anything ever attempted before," he said. "Do you understand?" "Perfectly." "This must be greater even than the Black Tom explosion." Dr. Albert was insistent upon his point. "There are munitions ships on the Jersey shore. See that each one of them receives a bomb. Their explosion alone should wreck many of the skyscrapers in the business district of New York and cause a panic there. And America must be made to realize that she is fighting a stubborn enemy--one that will stop at nothing. And you--" he pointed a finger at the captain of the bomb-throwers--"you must be the first to demonstrate the iron will and steel fighting spirit that will enable Imperial Germany to conquer the World!" "It shall be done." "Very well. The Ambassador and myself will watch for the explosions as the _Frederik VIII_ starts on its journey across the Atlantic." "You shall not be disappointed." Dr. Albert bowed. Then, smiling and happy, he departed, not knowing that from the shelter of a doorway, the keen eyes of Dixie Mason had watched his every movement. Instead he felt quite safe, and satisfied as his limousine rolled back toward town. He was leaving America. Leaving after years of intrigue, of dastardly connivance against a country that had striven to be friendly. Leaving--and in departing, taking with him the assurance that his devilish ideas of murder and devastation would be carried forth to the utmost, even after he no longer took an active part. Leaving America! The thought was in Bernstorff's mind as he stood in his stateroom of the _Frederick VIII_. All about him were flowers and wreaths, the gifts of pro-Germans and of misguided Americans who had refused to believe the revelations that had been brought forth against Germany. Crowds were about the Ambassador, who stood shaking hands with the men and women he had met during the years of his stay in America as Germany's Ambassador and plotter. A few crocodile tears were in his eyes.