“The smooth bow-wave hove it up as if for a closer inspection, and then the ship, brought again to her course, turned her back on it with indifference, while twenty pairs of eyes on her deck stared in all directions trying to see—­what they could see.

“The commanding officer and his second in command discussed the object with understanding.  It appeared to them to be not so much a proof of the sagacity as of the activity of certain neutrals.  This activity had in many cases taken the form of replenishing the stores of certain submarines at sea.  This was generally believed, if not absolutely known.  But the very nature of things in those early days pointed that way.  The object, looked at closely and turned away from with apparent indifference, put it beyond doubt that something of the sort had been done somewhere in the neighbourhood.

“The object in itself was more than suspect.  But the fact of its being left in evidence roused other suspicions.  Was it the result of some deep and devilish purpose?  As to that all speculation soon appeared to be a vain thing.  Finally the two officers came to the conclusion that it wras left there most likely by accident, complicated possibly by some unforeseen necessity; such, perhaps, as the sudden need to get away quickly from the spot, or something of that kind.

“Their discussion had been carried on in curt, weighty phrases, separated by long, thoughtful silences.  And all the time their eyes roamed about the horizon in an everlasting, almost mechanical effort of vigilance.  The younger man summed up grimly: 

“’Well, it’s evidence.  That’s what this is.  Evidence of what we were pretty certain of before.  And plain, too.’

“‘And much good it will do to us,’ retorted the commanding officer.  ’The parties are miles away; the submarine, devil only knows where, ready to kill; and the noble neutral slipping away to the eastward, ready to lie!’

“The second in command laughed a little at the tone.  But he guessed that the neutral wouldn’t even have to lie very much.  Fellows like that, unless caught in the very act, felt themselves pretty safe.  They could afford to chuckle.  That fellow was probably chuckling to himself.  It’s very possible he had been before at the game and didn’t care a rap for the bit of evidence left behind.  It was a game in which practice made one bold and successful, too.

“And again he laughed faintly.  But his commanding officer was in revolt against the murderous stealthiness of methods and the atrocious callousness of complicities that seemed to taint the very source of men’s deep emotions and noblest activities; to corrupt their imagination which builds up the final conceptions of life and death.  He suffered-------”

The voice from the sofa interrupted the narrator.

“How well I can understand that in him!”

He bent forward slightly.

“Yes.  I, too.  Everything should be open in love and war.  Open as the day, since both are the call of an ideal which it is so easy, so terribly easy, to degrade in the name of Victory.”