This happened about three o'clock in the afternoon. Less than an hour later it was discovered that the capture had not been made without bloodshed. Between the "Molière" quarry and the excavation where the blond Hun had appeared to Octavie Delacourt three bodies were found stretched on the ground--those of the luckless Quartermaster Crosnier and his _gendarmes_, who had been shot almost point-blank when calling on the automobilists to surrender. Octavie Delacourt's presence of mind, bravery, and persistence were recognized by the French Government. But the service she rendered was infinitely greater than either the praise or the monetary reward--one hundred francs!--which she received for having been instrumental in preventing the perpetration of an act which might have resulted in grave disaster to the capital of France. HOW IT FEELS TO A CLERGYMAN TO BE TORPEDOED ON A MAN-OF-WAR _Told by the Rev. G. H. Collier, Chaplain on Board the British Cruiser "Cressy"_ I--"MY LIFE SPARED IN MIRACULOUS WAY" As you know, I was on the cruiser _Cressy_ on September 22, 1914, when in company with the cruisers _Aboukir_ and _Hogue_ she was torpedoed by a German submarine. My life has been spared in a most miraculous way. About 6:15 a.m. I was awakened by some marines waking their comrades. "Get up quick, the _Aboukir_ is sinking." I tumbled out of my bunk, put on my shoes and slipping my big coat over my pajamas I hastened up to the sheltered deck. I should tell you that we were proceeding in line formation, the _Hogue_ leading, our ship, the _Cressy_, bringing up the rear. We were steaming between six to nine knots, and at a distance of about a mile or so apart. When I got on deck the _Hogue_ had fallen back on the starboard side of the _Aboukir_, while we stood by on the port side, both of us a good distance off. The _Aboukir_ had signalled asking for boats, which, of course, were sent off to them. Their ship gradually began to turn turtle, and it was an inspiring sight to see the ship's company lined up on the side of the ship awaiting the order, "Every man for himself." After a while I went down to the quarter deck and began with the others to throw planks of wood, etc., overboard. While doing this the Hogue was hit by a torpedo from a German submarine and very quickly settled down. Indeed, no sooner was she hit than her quarter deck was below water. She then listed, turned turtle, and in about ten minutes had disappeared. Our captain sent me word to take photographs, and I had taken five when I saw the white line of a torpedo approaching us in the starboard side, in line with the aft-bridge. A few shouts heralded her approach, but nothing could be done, as our engines were not going, and she bored her hole in our side.