The motor-boat drew up beside the quay and the Foreign Secretary stepped
out with the detective and his daughter. All were plainly in a joyous
mood, and they smiled happily at each other.
So gratified were they at their success that they quite failed to
observe three men, who crept up stealthily behind them and thrust pads
soaked in chloroform over their mouths.
In a few seconds the struggles of the victims ceased, and their inert
bodies were roughly thrust into a waiting motor.
From the driver's seat Blütherski smiled sardonically.