"If it's true," Van Teyl muttered, "you've made a fortune in my office to-day. It looks like it, too. There was something wrong with Anglo-French beside your selling for the last hour this afternoon. I couldn't get buyers to listen for a moment."
"Yes, I shall have made a great deal of money," Fischer admitted, "money which I shall value because it comes magnificently, but I hope that this victory may help me to win other things."
He looked fixedly at Pamela, and she moved uneasily in her chair. Almost unconsciously the man himself seemed somehow associated with his cause, to be assuming a larger and more tolerant place in her thoughts. Perhaps there was some measure of greatness about him after all. The strain of waiting for the papers became almost intolerable. At last the boy reappeared. The great black headlines were stretched out before her. She felt the envelopment of Fischer's triumph. The words were there in solid type, and the paper itself was one of the most reliable.
GREAT NAVAL BATTLE IN THE NORTH SEA.
BRITISH ADMIRALTY ADMITS SERIOUS LOSSES.
"QUEEN MARY," "INDEFATIGABLE," AND MANY FINE SHIPS LOST.
Pamela looked up from the sheet.
"It is too wonderful," she whispered, with a note of awe in her tone.
"I don't think that any one ever expected this. We all believed in the
British Navy."
"There is nothing," Fischer declared, "that England can do which
Germany cannot do better."
"And America best of all," Pamela said.