The man nodded in a meditative sort of way, as if he was considering whether that was true or not.
"Ah, my friend Mr. John Carey!" he said.
"Yes, Mr. Jones," I answered, "and this is my brother, Commander Carey, of His Majesty's Navy."
Von Waechter bowed as well as he was able. "Ah," he said, "I am a prisoner of war, I see."
My brother shook his head. "I'm afraid not, sir," he replied; "I'm afraid you are a captured spy."
CHAPTER VII
THE MURDER OF MR. LOCKHART
Doctor Upjelly, or the Graf von Vedal as my readers may choose to think of him, never came to the Hulk that night.
If this is not the most sensational part of my narrative, it is certainly the grimmest. It must be told quickly. It is too horrible to linger upon.