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lar case, that rendered it almost imperative that he should disclose the fact of Roakby’s murder and the presence of his murderer on board the Pavonia? Would n’t the Marconi people kick up a jolly row, eh! He laughed sleepily. What did he care! Cloud belonged to him. He was a decent sort, after all, he ’d be bound, if you only knew the whole truth, and Roakby was a swine—everybody knew that anyhow! He drew some paper towards him and began laboriously to copy his notes taken at one o’clock.
“Poldhu reports famine spreading in China. Germany not yet replied to France's ultimatum regardmg Morocco. Considerable uneasiness in financial circles. Bank of England raises rate one-half per centum. Brother John died this mornubg—Shall I sell? Terrible fire in New York factory. Scores of operators suffocated. Situation diplomatique tres grave—”
Was n’t that all? He fumbled with half-shut eyes among his papers. Was n’t there something about the Carmania? Oh, yes here it was.
“Cunard steamship Carmania breaks turbine and is laid up for repairs; passengers89
