“C. Q.”; or, In the Wireless House
which he had burst upon her rendezvous, and she was furious with herself and everybody else at the series of blunders which had characterized her crossing. But having determined upon her course she made up her mind to fight it out on that line to the best of her ability. She had already filled out and signed a declaration in which no mention of the pearls had been made and this she now sent to the purser’s office at the hands of Fantine before going to bed. Micky had her address—the St. Regis—and she would trust to his honor as a gentleman and a sailor. For a moment all thought of Cosmo had vanished from her mind. Meantime the Captain sedulously searched the ship for Graeme but without success. Certainly the man must be somewhere on board—it was only a question of finding his hiding-place, and it never occurred to the honest Ponsonby that his quarry could at that moment be safely on board a French liner speeding eastward towards Africa and sound asleep in its wireless house in a uniform belonging to an operator of the Marconi Company.
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