Chapter 79

Eight rushing, neutral-tinted shapes--conveying a formidable impression of grim power, and force, and ruthlessness. A Squadron of Battle Cruisers of the British Home Fleet, new from the brine of Lerwick Waters, or the fierce green surges of Scapa Flow. Bound for Harwich Roads or Sheerness, or the Solent, to figure in the huge pageant of steel and steam, electricity, and man-power that would be called the King's Review. What a chance, supposing _Der Tag_ were come already, for the delivery of a consignment of bombs…