So, in the midst of the wild North Sea, in their strange coffin, the bones of Sophia, Princess Yernoloff, lie and rock on the incessant tides that sweep across the Dogger Bank.
Requiescat in pace!
As our boat, laden with the rescued survivors, shot up again to the surface, I felt a noosed rope drawn tightly around my throat and heard the voice of Orloff hiss in my ear,
“I arrest you in the name of the Kaiser!”
CHAPTER XXXIV
THE FAMILY STATUTE
My task is done. At last the reader knows all that ever will be known—all there is to know, in short—concerning the tragedy of the North Sea.