“Art?”

“Why, yes. What’s the difficulty? Hire a liner⁠—”

“A liner!” murmured Dr. Hall faintly.

“Hire some passengers, hire a submarine⁠—that’s the only difficulty, I guess. Governments are apt to be a bit hidebound over their engines of war. They won’t sell to the first-comer. Still, I guess that can be got over. Ever heard of the word ‘graft,’ sir? Well, graft gets there every time! I reckon that we shan’t really need to fire a torpedo. If everyone hustles round and screams loud enough that the ship is sinking, it ought to be enough for an innocent young girl like Jane. By the time she’s got a life-belt on her, and is being hustled into a boat, with a well-drilled lot of artistes doing the hysterical stunt on deck, why⁠—she ought to be right back where she was in May, 1915. How’s that for the bare outline?”