Then Golden Beard and Ali Baba, between them, lifted the young man and seated him on the iron bed and tied him fast to it.

"Go out on deck!" said Golden Beard to Ilse Dumont.

"Let me stay----"

"No! You have acted like a fool. Go to the lower deck where is our accustomed rendezvous."

"I wish to remain, Johann. I shall not interfere----"

"Go to the lower deck, I tell you, and be ready to tie that rope ladder!"

Ali Baba, down on his knees, had pulled out a steamer trunk from under the bed, opened it, and was lifting out three big steel cylinders.

These he laid on the bed in a row beside the tied man; and Golden Beard, still facing Ilse Dumont, turned his head to look.

The instant his head was turned the girl s.n.a.t.c.hed a pistol from the brace of weapons on the washstand and thrust it under her cloak.

Neither Golden Beard nor Ali Baba noticed the incident; the latter was busy connecting the three cylinders with coils of wire; the former, deeply interested, followed the operation for a moment or two, then walking over to the trunk, he lifted from it a curious little clock with two dials and set it on the railed shelf of gla.s.s above the washstand.

"Karl, haf you ship's time?"

Ali Baba paused to fish out his watch, and the two compared timepieces. Then Golden Beard wound the clock, set the hands of one dial at the time indicated by their watches; set the hands of the other dial at 2:13; and Ali Baba, carrying a reel of copper wire from the bed to the washstand, fastened one end of it to the mechanism of the clock.

Golden Beard turned sharply on Ilse Dumont:

"I said go on deck! Did you not understand?"

The girl replied steadily:

"I understood that we had abandoned this idea for a better one."

"There iss no better one!"

"There _is_! Of what advantage would it be to blow up the captain's cabin and the bridge when it is not certain that the papers will be destroyed?"

"Listen once!" returned Golden Beard, wagging his finger in her face:

"Cabin and bridge are directly above us and there remains not a splinter large like a pin! I know. I know my bombs! I know----"

The soft voice of Ali Baba interrupted, and his shallow, lightish eyes peered around at them:

"Eet ees veree excellent plan, Johann. We do not require these papers; eet ees to destroy them we are mooch anxious"--he bent a deathly stare on Neeland--"and this yoong gentleman who may again annoy us." He nodded confidently to himself and continued to connect the wires.

"Yes, yes," he murmured absently, "eet ees veree good plan--veree good plan to blow him into leetle pieces so beeg as a pin."

"It is a clumsy plan!" said the girl, desperately. "There is no need for wanton killing like this, when we can----"

"Killing?" repeated Golden Beard. "That makes nothing. This English captain he iss of the naval reserve. _Und_ this young man"--nodding coolly toward Neeland--"knows too much already. That iss not wanton killing. _Also!_ You talk too much. Do you hear? We are due to drop anchor about 2:30. G.o.d knows there will be enough rushing to and fro at 2:13.

"Go on deck, I say, and fasten that rope ladder! Weishelm's fishing smack will be watching; _und_ if we do not swim for it we are caught on board! _Und_ that iss the end of it all for us!"

"Johann," she began tremulously, "listen to me----"

"_Nein! Nein!_ What for a _Frauenzimmer_ haff we here!" retorted Golden Beard, losing his patience and catching her by the arm. "Go out und fix for us our ladder und keep it coiled on the rail und lean ofer it like you was looking at those stars once!"

He forced her toward the door; she turned, struggling, to confront him:

"Then for G.o.d's sake, give this man a chance! Don't leave him tied here to be blown to atoms! Give him a chance--anything except this!

Throw him out of the port, there!" She pointed at the closed port, evaded Golden Beard, sprang upon the sofa, unscrewed the gla.s.s cover, and swung it open.

The port was too small even to admit the pa.s.sage of her own body; she realised it; Golden Beard laughed and turned to examine the result of Ali Baba's wiring.

For a second the girl gazed wildly around her, as though seeking some help in her terrible dilemma, then she s.n.a.t.c.hed up a bit of the torn sheeting, tied it to the screw of the porthole cover, and flung the end out where it fluttered in the darkness.

As she sprang to the floor Golden Beard swung round in renewed anger at her for still loitering.

"Sacreminton!" he exclaimed. "It is time you do your part! Go to your post then! We remain here until five minutes is left us. Then we join you."

The girl nodded, turned to the door.

"Wait! You understand the plan?"

"Yes."

"You understand that you do not go overboard until we arrive, no matter what happens?"

"Yes."

He stood looking at her for a moment, then with a shrug he went over and patted her shoulder.

"That's my brave girl! I also do not desire to kill anybody. But when the Fatherland is in danger, then killing signifies nothing--is of no consequence--pouf!--no lives are of importance then--not even our own!" He laughed in a fashion almost kindly and clapped her lightly once more on her shoulder: "Go, my child. The Fatherland is in danger!"

She went, not looking back. He closed and locked the door behind her and calmly turned to aid Ali Baba who was still fussing with the wires. Presently, however, he mounted the bed where Neeland sat tied and gagged; pulled from his pockets an auger with its bit, a screw-eye, and block and tackle; and, standing on the bed, began to bore a hole in the ceiling.

In a few moments he had fastened the screw-eye, rigged his block, made a sling for his bombs out of a blanket, and had hoisted the three cylinders up flat against the ceiling from whence the connecting wires sagged over the foot of the bedstead to the alarm clock on the washstand.

To give the clock more room on the gla.s.s shelf, Ali Baba removed the toilet accessories and set them on the washstand; but he had no room for a large jug of water, and, casting about for a place to set it, noticed a railed bracket over the head of the bed, and placed it there.

Then, apparently satisfied with his labours, he sat down Turk fashion on the sofa, lighted a cigarette, selected a bonbon from the box beside him, and calmly regaled himself.

Presently Golden Beard tied the cord which held up the sling in which the bombs were slung against the ceiling. He fastened it tightly to the iron frame of the bed, stepped back to view the effect, then leisurely pulled out and filled his porcelain pipe, and seated himself on the sofa beside Ali Baba.

Neither spoke; twice Golden Beard drew his watch from his waistcoat pocket and compared it carefully with the dial of the alarm clock on the washstand shelf. The third time he did this he tapped Ali Baba on the shoulder, rose, knocked out his pipe and flung it out of the open port.

Together they walked over to Neeland, examined the gag and ligatures as impersonally as though the prisoner were not there, nodded their satisfaction, turned off the electric light, and, letting themselves out, locked the door on the outside.

It lacked five minutes of the time indicated on the alarm dial.