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Prologue
IT was 2 p.m. on the afternoon of May 7, 1915. The Lusitania
had been struck by two torpedoes in succession and was
sinking rapidly, while the boats were being launched with all
possible speed. The women and children were being lined up
awaiting their turn. Some still clung desperately to husbands
and fathers; others clutched their children closely to their
breasts. One girl stood alone, slightly apart from the rest. She
was quite young, not more than eighteen. She did not seem
afraid, and her grave, steadfast eyes looked straight ahead.
“I beg your pardon.”
A man’s voice beside her made her start and turn. She had
noticed the speaker more than once amongst the first-class
passengers. There had been a hint of mystery about him which
had appealed to her imagination. He spoke to no one. If
anyone spoke to him he was quick to rebuff the overture. Also
he had a nervous way of looking over his shoulder with a
swift, suspicious glance.
She noticed now that he was greatly agitated. There were
beads of perspiration on his brow. He was evidently in a state
of overmastering fear. And yet he did not strike her as the kind
of man who would be afraid to meet death!
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