"You are eager for death?" Dave asked, studying her face.
"Yes. I prefer death to being taken to Germany."
"And I, too," Dave nodded.
"Have they anything against you there?" Mrs. Launce whispered, after glancing about her.
"Only, I believe, that I brought about the capture and execution of one of their most valuable spies."
"That would be enough," whispered Mr. Launce. "For that the Germans would not openly try and execute you, but they will find other ways to bring about your death."
Instantly it occurred to Darrin that, evidently, some one in official Germany knew of something to bring against Mrs. Launce, for her question to Darrin had indicated as much.
As they sat there at the table the young American officer noted that the submarine rolled hardly at all. It was plain that the recent gale had subsided, for the slight rocking of the boat indicated only a gentle swell on the surface of the sea.
In the doorway appeared Lieutenant von Schellen. In his right hand, steadied by his left, was what looked like an album. Glancing up from a page the junior officer remarked, with quick speech and decided emphasis:
"You are the Countess of Denby."