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Purchase one of 1st World Librarys Classic Books and help support our freeinternet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online atwww.1stWorldLibrary.ORG IT was 2 p.m. on the afternoon of May 7 1915. TheLusitania had been struck by two torpedoes in succession and was sinkingrapidly while the boats were being launched with all possible speed. The womenand children were being lined up awaiting their turn. Some still clungdesperately to husbands and fathers others clutched their children closely totheir breasts. One girl stood alone slightly apart from the rest. She wasquite young not more than eighteen. She did not seem afraid and her gravesteadfast eyes looked straight ahead. I beg your pardon. A mans voice besideher made her start and turn. She had noticed the speaker more than once amongstthe firstclass passengers. There had been a hint of mystery about him whichhad appealed to her imagination. He spoke to no one. If anyone spoke to him hewas quick to rebuff the overture. Also he had a nervous way of looking over hisshoulder with a swift suspicious glance. «