“C. Q.”; or, In the Wireless House
with which the regulations were being enforced she had no wish to try to smuggle it in herself. Yet somehow it must be done! Thirty thousand dollars duty? It would be a fortune for some people! And then the conversation in the smoking-room came back to her and she wondered if she could n’t get somebody on the ship to take the necklace in for her,—Micky perhaps. If he did n’t want to do it at first she ’d persuade him. Why, he could fetch it to her several days after they landed and nobody would be any the wiser. And she ’d have one on Trevelyan! He even might be willing to shell out for a new motor on the strength of her little coup.
The sun was setting into a bank of gray and crimson cloud that lay along the horizon like a sash of watered silk. People were beginning to take their ante-prandial walk around the ship. Hoydenish girls tramped lankily up and down in front of her, hanging on to one another's arms, giggling and shrieking with laughter. The doctor, a neat person, who rather fancied himself in his blue uniform, was strolling up and down with two overgrown misses of fifteen, who thought him the most192
