“C. Q.”; or, In the Wireless House
for weeks at a time, should be his murderer—liable to instant arrest—and (she shuddered) to be hung—! Could she sit calmly by and do nothing for him? See him run down and caught without raising a finger? Yet what could she do? Was not the information in the possession of the ship’s officers? She imagined them already in cold, impassive conference, debating as to whether it were better to arrest him now and put him in irons or wait until the ship should near the land and he could be turned over at once to the civil authorities. Cosmo Graeme—the youngest of a quartet of handsome, chivalrous brothers! Cosmo—the darling of the smartest set in England! How could he have! And then it came to her that perhaps Micky had not yet told the Captain. That perhaps she could persuade him to hold his peace and keep the matter secret until, at least, she could try and think what to do. And as she wondered, she puffed her cigarette faster and faster until it burnt her lips and she hastily threw it down. Yes, she must find Micky at once and use all her powers to induce him to become her ally.
“Marconigram for you, madam.”
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