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Besides, you make me feel like an eavesdropper a common informer, and that sort of thing, you know." "I am afraid that I cannot allow any question of sentiment to stand between me and the discipline of my ship," was the somewhat uncompromising reply. Crawshay sighed, and with languid fingers unbuttoned his overcoat and coat.
"I didn't imagine that my questions were in any way offensive. I told you from the first that I was always interested in invalids and cases of illness." She turned her head and looked at him. Her glance was reproving, her manner impatient. "Really, Mr. Crawshay," she said, "I think that you are one of the most inquisitive people I ever met." "It really isn't inquisitiveness," he protested.
"Doctor Gant," Crawshay replied, "has booked a passage back in the American boat which sails for Liverpool early to-morrow morning. We shall escort him there, and his effects will be searched once more in Liverpool. Otherwise, we have no intention of detaining him. He and Miss Beverley were simply the tools of the other man." "And the other man?"
Crawshay," he declared. "You have done something to brighten this trip, anyway." "A little later," Crawshay announced, "either just before your luncheon or dinner hour, if you and your friends would meet me in the smoking room, I should be delighted to remember in the customary fashion that I have won a rather considerable wager."
Crawshay sighed. "The memory of that experience," he began, settling down in his chair, "Well, well, you ought to have got over that by this time," the captain interrupted. "What can I do for you, Mr. Crawshay? I have been yarning with the purser a little longer than usual, this morning, and I have some rounds to do."
"I've worked it out by your chart," Crawshay declared, "and it might very well be the Blucher. I don't think I made the altered course wide enough, and she might very well have been hanging about a bit when she struck the fog and heard our engines." The captain lit a pipe. "I am not in the habit, as you may imagine, of discussing the conduct of my ship with any one, Mr.
Crawshay broke the seal, thrust his hand into the envelope and drew out a pile of closely folded papers. One by one he laid them upon the table and smoothed them out. Even before he had glanced at the first one, a queer presentiment seemed suddenly to chill the blood in his veins. His eyes became a trifle distended.
You have all heard that the seals of a tin chest belonging to a neutral country had been tampered with. The chiefs of my department, and the head of the American Secret Service, firmly believe that the missing papers are in that chest and will be discovered when the chest is opened in London. That is not a belief which I share." "And your reasons, Mr. Crawshay?" the captain asked.
Then it was about time to go ... We haven't many battalion commanders left. Watson, Endicot, Crawshay ... He stammered out a list of gallant fellows who had gone. 'Get back double quick, Hannay. They want you. I'm not happy about Masterton. He's too young for the job. And then a nurse drove me out, and I left him speaking in the strange forced voice of great weakness.
You needn't look so terrified. It isn't you who have given away. Now what are you going to do?" The young man swung round to his instrument. Crawshay released his hand, stepping a little back. "You are going to send the message, then?" "Yes!" was the sullen reply. "Capital!" Crawshay exclaimed, cautiously subsiding into a chair. "Now you'll go on every ten minutes until I tell you to stop."
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