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had rejoined him after sending the boat away.
    “By that time both of them had been struck by the fact that the ship so suddenly discovered had not manifested her presence by ringing her bell.
    “‘We came in very quietly, that’s true,’ concluded the younger officer. ‘But they must have heard our leadsmen at least. We couldn’t have passed her more than fifty yards off. The closest shave! They may even have made us out, since they were aware of something coming in. And the strange thing is that we never heard a sound from her. The fellows on board must have been holding their breath.’
    “‘Aye,’ said the commanding officer, thoughtfully.
    “In due course the boarding-boat returned, appearing suddenly alongside, as though she had burrowed her way under the fog. The officer in charge came up to make his report, but the commanding officer didn’t give him time to begin. He cried from a distance:
    “‘Coaster, isn’t she?’
    “‘No, sir. A stranger — a neutral,’ was the answer.
    “‘No. Really! Well, tell us all about it. What is she doing here?’
    “The young man stated then that he had been told a long and complicated story of engine troubles. But it was plausible enough from a strictly professional point of view and it had the usual features: disablement, dangerous drifting along the shore, weather more or less thick for days, fear of a gale, ultimately a resolve to go in and anchor anywhere on the coast, and so on. Fairly plausible.
    “‘Engines still disabled?’ inquired the commanding officer.
    “‘No, sir. She has steam on them.’
    “The commanding officer took his second aside. ‘By Jove!’ he said, ‘you were right! They were holding their breaths as we passed them. They were.’
    “But the second in command had his doubts now.
    “‘A fog like this does muffle small sounds, sir,’ he remarked. ‘And what could his object be, after all?’
    “‘To sneak out unnoticed,’ answered the commanding officer.
    “‘Then why didn’t he? He might have done it, you know. Not exactly unnoticed, perhaps. I don’t suppose he could have slipped his cable without making some noise. Still, in a minute or so he would have been lost to view — clean gone before we had made him out fairly. Yet he didn’t.’
    “They looked at each other. The commanding officer shook his head. Such suspicions as the one which had entered his head are not defended easily. He did not even state it openly. The boarding officer finished his report. The cargo of the ship was of a harmless and useful character. She was bound to an English port. Papers and everything in perfect order. Nothing suspicious to be detected anywhere.
    “Then passing to the men, he reported the crew on deck as the usual lot. Engineers of the well-known type, and very full of their achievement in repairing the engines. The mate surly. The master rather a fine specimen of a Northman, civil enough, but appeared to have been drinking. Seemed to be recover-ing from a regular bout of it.
    “‘I told him I couldn’t give him permission to proceed. He said he wouldn’t dare to move his ship her own length out in such weather as this, permission or no permission. I left a man on board, though.’
    “‘Quite right.’
    “The commanding officer, after communing with his suspicions for a time, called his second aside.
    “‘What if she were the very ship which had been feeding some infernal submarine or other?’ he said in an undertone.
    “The other started. Then, with conviction:
    “‘She would get off scot-free. You couldn’t prove it, sir.’
    “‘I want to look into it myself.’
    “‘From the report we’ve heard I am afraid you couldn’t even make a case for reasonable suspicion, sir.’
    “‘I’ll go on board all the same.’
    “He had made up his mind. Curiosity is the great motive power of hatred and love. What did he expect to find? He could not have told anybody — not even himself.
    “What he really expected to find there was the atmosphere, the atmosphere of gratuitous treachery, which in his view nothing could excuse; for he thought that even a passion of unrighteousness for its own sake could not excuse that. But could he detect it? Sniff it? Taste it? Receive some mysterious communication which would turn his invincible suspicions into a certitude strong enough to provoke action with all its risks?
    “The master met him on the after-deck, looming up in the fog amongst the blurred shapes of the