“C. Q.”; or, In the Wireless House
do as she liked. But wouldn't the Captain roar, though, when he reached New York and discovered how he 'd been fooled, and would n't he send in a fine, eloquent complaint to the Marconi Company? Think of it! A captain with a chance to duplicate the Crippen case cheated clean out of it. Why, if Micky handed him everything Poldhu had sent out that morning old Ponsonby would be all over the ship by eight o’clock and have every passenger lined up for inspection. He 'd have Cloud or Graeme, if that was his name, in irons and tossed into the brig before you would say knife! Not much! And yet—the dawn brightened—it was a hell of a hole for a well-meaning Marconi man to find himself in,—made you think of one of those paper novels the first-cabin female passengers were always giving you,—where whatever you did you were bound to do the wrong thing.
His eyelids drooped and his head began to feel as if it were made of lead. He wondered if it was n’t time to go down and see how Cloud was getting along. His head fell forward. Why was he so done up? But were n’t there some special circumstances in this particu-88
