Captain Armstrong was enjoying himself thoroughly, and each passing day claimed one or more victims, until the mouth of the Congo was dotted with helpless steamers.
It was on the third day that a steam launch came down the river and approached the cruiser.
“A visit from his Excellency, the Governor-General,” Gaunt announced, and they gathered round the companionway to receive the ruler of the Congo.
“Who is in command of this war-ship?” he demanded harshly.
Captain Armstrong stepped forward.
“I am responsible for its presence here,” Gaunt intervened.
The Count de Chambord gave him a keen look.
“Yes. It is as I thought. You are John Gaunt. I should like to speak with you,” he said quickly.
“If your Excellency will come to my cabin,” Gaunt said politely.
“I received a cable from Brussels in answer to my report upon the attack upon the Leopoldville in which they suggested that you might be responsible for this outrage. Mr. Gaunt, may I ask what you hope to gain? Is it money?”