"It is a grey, gloomy day," he said. "The red glow of fire would throw quite a reflection against those clouds."
"And it would also silhouette the Statue of Liberty quite nicely."
"Yes," laughed Bernstorff, "by the way, I wonder what His Highness will do with the Statue of Liberty when we invade America?"
"By the time our navy finishes bombarding New York, there will be little of it left," answered Albert tersely. "But you were talking about my bomb-makers."
"Yes." Bernstorff looked out again at the clouds. "As I said, the glow of fires and explosions will form a pretty sight against those clouds. It will be very nice for us to look at as we steam away. Therefore—" and he snapped open his watch—"I would suggest that you hurry out there for a final report and join me in the cabin of the Frederik VIII."
"Very well, your excellency."
Albert departed, but did not notice that an automobile followed him as he hurried away from the hotel.
An hour later, Dr. Albert stood in a ramshackle building at the outskirts of town, giving his final instructions.
"Remember, that as soon as Ambassador Bernstorff and myself are safely on board the Frederik VIII, you are to start a bomb campaign in the harbor of New York that will eclipse anything ever attempted before," he said. "Do you understand?"
"Perfectly."