“Of course I could have shipped as a sailor from Stockholm easy enough, but I was tired of being a common sailor, and expected, if I was respectably clothed, to get a better position than would otherwise be the case. This proved true, for crossing the ocean I became acquainted with Mr. Stockwell, and he engaged me as mate of his yacht. That’s how I escaped from the Trogzmondoff, Madam, and I think no one but a Finlander could have done it.”
“I quite agree with you,” said Dorothy. “You think these two men I have been making inquiry about have been sent to the Trogzmondoff?”
“The Russian may not be there, Madam, but the Englishman is sure to be there.”
“Is the cannon on the western side of the rock?”
“I don’t know, Madam. I never saw the western side by daylight. I noticed nothing on the eastern side as I was climbing the steps, to show that any cannon was on the Trogzmondoff at all.”
“I suppose you had no opportunity of finding out how many men garrison the rock?”
“No, Madam. I don’t think the garrison is large. The place is so secure that it doesn’t need many men to guard it. Prisoners are never taken out for exercise, and, as I told you, they are fed but once in four days.”
“How large a crew can ‘The Walrus’ carry?”
“Oh, as many as you like, Madam. The yacht is practically an ocean liner.”
“Is there any landing stage on the eastern side of the rock?”
“Practically none, Madam. The steamer stood out, and I was landed in the cove I spoke of at the foot of the stairway.”
“It wouldn’t be possible to bring a steamer like ‘The Walrus’ alongside the rock, then?”
“It would be possible in calm weather, but very dangerous even then.”
“Could you find that rock if you were in command of a ship sailing the Baltic?”