“C. Q.” or, In the Wireless House
flippant, and the sheet was headed: “The Pavonia’s Daily Scream.” Underneath were imitation newspaper columns entitled “Society Jottings,” “Marine News,” “Birth List,” and other harmless pleasantries, but containing the actual six hundred words taken by Micky out of the air for which the company had not paid.
“If that is reported it will cost me exactly twenty pounds!” shouted the Captain, glaring at him.
“Very sorry, sir!” answered Micky respectfully. “I did n’t post it, and I don't know who did. I merely handed a copy to you, as usual, at breakfast. Of course, if by any chance one of the passengers saw your copy—!”
“You impudent young jackanapes!” retorted the Captain furiously. “My copy, indeed! You gave it out to some woman—you know you did! What ’s more, you let them come up to the wireless house! I ’ve seen them myself. If I catch another living soul there, I ’ll have you discharged.”
“Very good, sir,” replied Micky stolidly. “Of course, if you didn't give out the news the Marconi Company can’t charge the boat for it; and if I gave it out, the company will14
