Elevated, or Bridge, those men seated in the private office of the Mayor worked out a plan for the salvation of the city.
At 10 A.M. a wireless message was sent to the fleet anouncing the capitulation of the city and the start of the Mayor, the Comptroller, and Committee to confer with the Admiral on board the Koenig.
Guarded by a cordon of police, who with difficulty had fought their way to the City Hall, the Mayor and Committee were escorted to the foot of Spruce Street on the East River, where they boarded the patrol boat of the Police Department and steamed out to the Upper Bay.
The roar of the bombardment had ceased, and save for a few shell holes in the taller buildings, there was nothing to indicate that, for one fell hour, Hell had vented its fury upon their noble city.
Arrived at the gangway of the Koenig, the Mayor and his Committee were re-
