“Have this young woman confined to her cabin,” commanded Captain Johnson to Lieutenant Berkeley, “and have a court-martial summoned to sit at 8 o’clock in the morning. That is all. Take her away. Now you, sir,” he continued, turning to Lieutenant Taylor, “I suppose are to stay here to make the charge?”
“Exactly, sir,” replied the lieutenant; “such was Lord Hastings’ command.”
“Very well. Lieutenant Berkeley will provide you with quarters.”
The captain made his way to the wireless room, where he had the operator pick up the Sylph. First he sent a message, simply saying that Miss Beulow had been arrested on the charge of being a spy, the accusation having been preferred by Lieutenant Taylor. Then he asked further details. But there came no reply. In vain did the operator again try to pick up the Sylph. At length he gave up the attempt.
“It is very plain,” said the captain to himself. “It is just as Lieutenant Taylor told me. Evidently they do not answer because they fear someone will overhear the message.”
But at that moment the wireless came to life, and the captain waited.
“From the Sylph?” he questioned.
“No,” was the reply, “from Admiral Jellicoe. Instead of continuing to Copenhagen, we are ordered to cruise about in these waters, that in case a German vessel succeeds in running the blockade, we may be able to intercept her.”
“All right,” was the reply, and the commander made his way to his own cabin.
For Alice Beulow, confined to her cabin, and in full realization of her perilous situation, the day passed slowly. Food was brought to her, but she was not allowed to go on deck.