the last there is a degree of callous inhumanity remarkable even for Germany, for how could doctors and nurses make any efforts to save their own lives when it would be impossible for them to do anything to all at save the lives of their patients?  And yet these things are not the unconsidered acts of a moment; they are all part of the .campaign of frightfulness which has been so carefully planned for years, the consummation of the doctrines which learned professors have proclaimed for so long and with such astonishing success.

The order was given for our boats to be lowered, and down they went all six of them, manned partly by the crew and partly by the Ambulance Corps.  We were surrounded by torpedo-boats, British and French, and most of the crew of the Hermes had already been transferred to them.  A few minutes later there was a cheer, and we saw the Captain step down into one of the boats, the last man to leave his ship.  Our boats had picked up twenty or so of the men, and the problem now was to get them on board again.  A moderate sea was running, but it required all the skill of our sailors to haul them up without mishap.  Standing by as we were, the ship rolled considerably, and several times one of the boats was within an ace of being broken up against her side.  To get a boat out from a big liner in a heavy sea must be an almost miraculous feat, whilst to get her back again must be a sheer impossibility.  As it was, it took us at least an hour to get those six boats on board.  All this time four torpedo-boats were racing in circles round and round us, on the lookout for the submarine, and ready to cut it down if it should appear.  Indeed, a report went round that a torpedo was actually fired at us, but passed underneath the ship on account of her shallow draught.  Standing at rest, we would have been an easy target, and but for our friends the torpedo-boats we should very likely have been attacked.  It is not a good plan to hang about in the Channel just now.

Meanwhile the Hermes was steadily sinking.  By the time all her crew were off her stern was awash, and in another half-hour she had a very marked list to port.  She slowly, almost imperceptibly, listed more and more, and then the end came with startling suddenness.  With a slow and gentle roll she heeled over till she was completely on her side and her great funnels under water; she remained there for a moment, and then slowly turned turtle and gradually sank stern first.  For a long time about twenty feet of her nose remained above water, then this slowly sank and disappeared.  It was all so quiet that it seemed like some queer dream.  The fires must have been drawn with great promptness, for there was no explosion as her funnels went under, though we were standing some way off to be clear of flying fragments.  She had been stabbed in the dark, and she passed away without a murmur.