“C. Q.”; or, In the Wireless House
gling in spite of her wealth and position!” He laughed softly to himself. Then he turned to the Berlin.
“Now, smarty,” he signaled to Morrissy. “Give us your message, and next time keep a civil tongue in your head.”
At quarter past eleven he stuck his head out of the door for a breath of fresh air. The “entertainment” and its aftermath were over. The starched maids who strolled deckwise of an evening had long since tumbled into their bunks to snore like ladies until such hour as they chose luxuriously to arise. Only a sailor or two could be seen. He darted down the ladder and into the second-cabin scullery, snatched up a couple of beef sandwiches, and clambered up to his perch again. The Pavonia was surging along at twenty knots an hour, but in the soft night she seemed to be lying motionless in a hazy sea of gold.
He cast a look at the Hon. Evelyn’s picture, tested his detector, adjusted the receiver, and began munching his sandwiches and waiting for Poldhu, thinking every now an then of Mrs. Trevelyan and her necklace. He wondered if59
