"It would be a treat to them, sir."
"Well, well, I suppose if we don't do it, somebody else will. And we got here first."
"Yes, sir."
"Then—"
An orderly hurried up and saluted.
"Telegram, sir."
Absently the Prince opened it. Then his eyes lit up.
"Gotterdammerung!" he said. "I never thought of that. 'Smash up London and provide work for unemployed mending it.—GRAYSON,'" he read. "Poppenheim."
"Sir?"
"Let the bombardment commence."