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 To be sure, he followed to the door and he made no move to unlock my hands. She did not risk the mistake of requesting it, but she did close the door upon him. There was no other door to the room and the windows on that side overlooked a sheer drop to deep water, so he contented himself with standing sentinel.

She glanced out the window and what she saw held her for a moment fascinated in her fright. With one hand, she clasped my arm, with the other she pointed across the lake where a crew was launching a seaplane.

"See; they've just changed another and are putting it into the water."

"Another what?" I asked.

"Another land machine into a seaplane; they're taking off all the wheels and putting on pontoons. They've decided on the ship attack; they're striking at sea!"

"When?"

"Tomorrow—early tomorrow morning. He's told me the time."

"What are they striking? What ship?"