"I have matters which you know of to attend to in New York," he said, "and must be going."
"Yes, yes," said Von Bernstorff pulling himself together, "The matter of the little fireworks to accompany our departure. By all means go."
While Albert was on his way to New York to arrange for new mischief, Heinric von Lertz arrived in Charleston, closely followed by Grant and Dixie. The German spy found that he was too late, for diplomatic relations had been severed. He had come to get men for a railroad plot, but he was now on the Liebenfels striving to convince the captain that the big liner should be sunk immediately.
"Don't be foolish," he argued. "What are you afraid of? International law prevents any member of the Secret Service coming below decks."
"But what will happen when the ship sinks? We will have to go above then—and take to the small boats."
"What of it? It's our ship, isn't it?"
"Yes, but there are laws against the blocking of harbors."
"Chicken heart!" sneered Von Lertz, "help me with these sea cocks!"
"Captain—captain!" It was a voice outside the door. A second later, the frightened face of a mate showed at the opening. "There are a man and a woman on deck who say they're from the Secret Service. They've got harbor police with them and have arrested all the crew up there. They want to see you——"
The Captain whirled and started for the door. Von Lertz caught at him and failed. Then, as the door slammed, the German spy, cursing under his breath, turned again to the opening of the sea-cocks. The great water inlets slid open. The green water of the harbor spouted within. Von Lertz shouted in happiness—and started for the door. Then he gasped—the door was locked—battened from without where the fastenings had fallen into place as the Captain had run forth! The door was battened and from the sea-cocks the waters of Charleston Harbor were pouring into the ship in an ever increasing flow.