Chapter 14
The Submarine MineHaving told the reader as much as was
necessary to enable him to understand my subsequent proceedings,
and the real forces at work in the underground struggle which
produced the tragedy of the Dogger Bank, I will suppress the
remainder of my adventures in Tokio.
When I left the capital of my new country I wore around my neck,
under the light shirt of chain mail without which I have never
traveled for the last twenty years, a golden locket containing the
miniature portrait of the loveliest maiden in the East or in the
West.
It was a pledge. When little, tender fingers had fastened it in
its place, little moving lips had whispered in my ear, “Till peace
is signed!”
I had decided to return to the capital of what was now the
country of my enemies, by
