"The rest--do you need it? It was a bloody affair. You and your dead father were taken into the saloon. Von Berger and Von Salzinger followed. Then Von Berger dismissed the men, who went out while he looked round for Rutter. But in a moment he understood what was happening. As the men left the saloon they were set upon. They fought like demons, but were either overpowered or shot down. Von Berger slammed the saloon door closed, and strove to hold it. But as well try to hold a rabbit-hutch against a tornado. They were caught. Caught, as I heard Von Salzinger say, like rats in a trap." "You--you were there--in the submersible?" Vita's eyes were shining with a world of emotion. The story had caught her and swept her along with it. A great pride was in her heart. This man had risked all, everything for her father and herself. "Oh, yes. But I wasn't by any means alone. Young Sparling and twenty of his bluejackets from the yards had been secreted aboard. But--it was deadly work. How I escaped without a scratch I don't know. Five of our men got wounded. Von Berger fought like a fury. The other, Von Salzinger, went out suddenly at the outset. I'm not sure who brought him down. Sparling and I fired simultaneously. I hope it was my shot that sent him--home. But Von Berger was wonderful. It was not until we had crushed his wrist and hand in the fighting that he was overpowered. He was a veritable Hercules." Vita had listened almost breathlessly. Now her enquiry came in a low, eager tone. "And Von Berger--what happened after he was overpowered?" Ruxton hesitated. "It was he who killed my father," Vita reminded him. "Yes." "Tell me." Ruxton had no alternative. "We had a talk--he and I. The result? He was given an alternative. The hangman's rope here ashore, or half an hour's freedom of the submersible's deck." Vita nodded. She understood. "And he chose?" "The deck. You see he was a royal prince." "Yes." Neither seemed inclined to break the silence that followed. Each was thinking of the scenes which must have been enacted. Ruxton, as he had witnessed them. Vita, as her imagination portrayed them. Finally it was Vita who spoke in a whisper that became almost startling. "The others--the crew of the boat?" "They have been all sent back to Germany--via Holland. They were all held here till the wounded had recovered. Then they went away together." But Vita's eyes were wide with apprehension. "But the secret. The secret of it all will reach Berlin. It will reach even to----" Ruxton smiled.