the study to get that book; look at the clock and see!"
"Don't appeal to the clock, Peter—answer my question. How have you been occupied?"
"I've been waiting for you to finish that article on bi-metalism," he had the hardihood to say. "Deuced well-written article it is, too; so clear!"
"I don't refer to what you were doing here," said Sophia. "What were you doing on board the Boomerang?"
"It—it's so long ago that I really forget," he said. "I—I read Buckle on deck, and I talked with a man named Perkins—nice fellow he was—manager of a bank out in Australia."
"It's useless to prevaricate, Peter!" she said. "What I want to know is, who was that girl, and why should she attempt to destroy herself?"
He could hardly believe his ears.
"Girl!" he stammered. "How do you know that any girl attempted anything of that sort?"
"How do I know, Peter?" said Sophia. "I will tell you how I know. I was on board the Boomerang, too!"
