"Good luck again, Kamerad?" inquired the commander as they stood in the conning-tower.
"The best of good luck this time, Heffer," laughed the spy. "How soon can you put me ashore on the other side?"
"As soon as I have accomplished a little scheme of my own," replied the commander of the U50, with a strange glitter in his eyes. "The boat is coming out of Folkestone now."
"That is not my affair," said Von Dussel.
"No, it is mine," replied the commander haughtily. "In less than an hour I shall send her to the bottom."
"You will do no such thing," said the spy in a low piercing voice, producing a Browning pistol and clapping it to his head. "In an hour I must be in France. The news I carry is worth the loss of forty Channel steamers. Hesitate another moment, and I will shoot you like a dog!"