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drew in a deeper breath, slowly and leisurely, but he did not speak.

"Can't you understand?" the young woman in the blue pilot-cloth gown was anxiously demanding of him. "Ganley has thought this all out. He found out we carry wireless equipment. He knew this call would come to us. He has foreseen that we could relay it from Puerto Locombia to the Princeton. He knows that you, and you alone, could send that message out of Locombia."

"And you still think he's tried to tie me up, to keep me from sending it! And you insist that those first despatches he filed were simply blinds!"

"Just as his pretense of shadowing Ganley was a blind!" was her prompt retort.

McKinnon fell to pacing the cabin again. The woman watched him without speaking. Then the operator came to a sudden pause.