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 ter despair was written in the lines of his mouth and forehead. Finally he said in dead tones:

“I might just as well have done for myself last night. That ’s better than&mdash;being caught and&mdash;” (he hesitated), "brought back.”

“Oh, Tommy rot!” retorted Micky. “A live dog ’s better than a dead lion! You ’re a long way from Bow Street yet. Lots of things can happen before we reach New York.”

Cloud shook his head.

“Nothing can happen,” he replied. “No matter what comes, I ’m done for! You say you heard my talk with Mrs. Trevelyan and so of course you must know I ’m Cosmo Graeme, a fugitive from justice, a man charged with murder!”

He dropped his cigarette on the floor and crunched it out with his heel.

“Why, yest&mdash;of course I know that,” answered Micky in a conversational tone. “You can't conceal yourself on the Atlantic Ocean, my friend! It ’s worse than Broadway or Regent Street. Now I should never think of trying to hide on a ship&mdash;if they spot you, there you are. You should have thought of that before you got on board.”