I told the authorities what was perfectly true: that I was
a Finland sailor escaping from the tyrant of my country, and anxious
to get to America. As such events are happening practically every week
along the Swedish coast I was not interfered with, and got enough
money from the sale of the boat to enable me to dress myself well, and
take passage to England, and from there first-class to New York on a
regular liner.
"Of course I could have shipped as a sailor from Stockholm easy
enough, but I was tired of being a common sailor, and expected, if I
was respectably clothed, to get a better position than would otherwise
be the case. This proved true, for crossing the ocean I became
acquainted with Mr. Stockwell, and he engaged me as mate of his yacht.
That's how I escaped from the Trogzmondoff, Madam, and I think no one
but a Finlander could have done it."
"I quite agree with you," said Dorothy. "You think these two men I
have been making inquiry about have been sent to the Trogzmondoff?"
"The Russian may not be there, Madam, but the Englishman is sure to be
there."
"Is the cannon on the western side of the rock?"
"I don't know, Madam. I never saw the western side by daylight. I
noticed nothing on the eastern side as I was climbing the steps, to
show that any cannon was on the Trogzmondoff at all."
"I suppose you had no opportunity of finding out how many men garrison
the rock?"
"No, Madam.
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