"Attempting to cripple the engines, eh? Strikes me, sir, you're on the wrong tack," muttered the man.
"Your fellow-conspirator does not seem to think so," remarked Lymore at a venture.
The accused's features flushed, then turned deadly pale.
"You've got von Eckenhardt, then?" he asked, taken completely aback.
"Yes, the game's up," assented the chief officer, who, although equally astonished, had the presence of mind to entirely conceal his feelings.
"Then I may as well make the best of things. It won't be for long," declared the prisoner nonchalantly. "Our cruisers will soon make short work of the 'Saraband,' and then the boot will be on the other foot."
"Your cruisers?" exclaimed Lymore.
"Yes; I'm a German subject, Mr. Chief Officer, and don't you forget it. I demand to receive proper treatment as a prisoner of war."
"You'd get it, my man, if I had my way," retorted Lymore grimly.
"Von Eckenhardt!" exclaimed Captain Ramshaw when his subordinate reported the result of their interview. "Then that is the real name of the so-called Duncan McDonald. It was a cute move of yours, Mr. Lymore."