flood of abuse. As I reached the wardroom, Alten shook his fist in the man's face and bellowed: 

 "Make the d---- thing work, I tell you." 

 "Impossible, Captain, the main condenser----" the man began. 

 Purple with rage, Alten seized a heavy pair of parallel rulers, and before I could check him hurled them full in the operator's face. Bleeding copiously, the youth fell to the deck in a stunned condition. 

 It was then, for the first time, that I noticed a half-empty bottle of spirits on the table, which colossal quantity he must have consumed in about a quarter of an hour. 

 Turning to me, this semi-madman pointed to the wireless operator with his foot and growled: 

 "Have him removed." 

 This I did, and then, lowering the periscope, I ordered the boat to fifteen metres. We proceeded at this depth until 8 p.m., when I was informed that the Captain was in his bunk and wished to see me. 

 I discovered him with his face to the ship's side, and upon my reporting myself he ordered me, firstly to throw that blasted bottle overboard (an unnecessary proceeding, as it was empty), and secondly to surface and shape course for Zeebrugge. 

 At midnight he relieved me, apparently perfectly normal. 

 The wireless operator has been laid up all day and has a nasty cut on the head. The navigator, a great scandal-monger, has heard from the engineer that Alten was speaking to him alone this morning, and the engineer believes that Alten has given him five hundred marks to say he fell down a hatch. 

 Hooray! Blankenberg buoy has just been reported in sight! Soon I shall see my Zoe! 

 With what high hopes did I write the last few lines a few hours ago, and how they were dashed to the ground, for on going into the Mess at Bruges I found amongst my letters a note from her, which was terrible in its brevity. She simply said: 

 "DEAR KARL, 

 "I am going away for some days, and as I shall be travelling it is no good giving you an address. To our next meeting! 

 "ZOE." 

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