CONTENTS
THE STOLEN CRUISER
CHAPTER I
THE "SCRAPPED" CRUISER
It was half-past eight on a May morning. The sun was obscured in a dense haze that the light south-westerly breeze failed to disperse.
Spithead lay enshrouded in the sea-fog, while from the deck of H.M. torpedo-boat destroyer Frome neither the low-lying land upon which Portsmouth is built nor the undulating downs of the Isle of Wight were visible.