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to a New York astounded and stunned; the wharves were lined, the streets swarmed with people awaiting the sorry ships bearing the rescued and the dead of the disaster.

Every now and then, in a strange, mass terror, they all looked up and searched the sky to see what there might be threatening them.

The newspapers bore broad, black edges and printed page after page of lists of the lost.

The alarm was on everyone's lips: "Is it just the start? What next?"

I was taken at once into conference with the Army and Navy Intelligence to whom I told, of course, all I knew. Helen was able, on that same day, to relate her experience.

In return I was told that the chateau and establishment at the lake in the mountains had been taken in charge. No one but servants had been found, except a man of fifty discovered locked in a room and dead. No sign of