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 “Wha-at?” cried Micky, throwing hack the clothes. “What bank?”

“Royal Bank o’ Edinburgh,” answered Binks. “Swiped five thousand golden soverings! Bennet’s ’is nyme. Feller with the girl as s’ys she ’s ’is sister. I s’y she ain’t ’is sister! You see now!”

A moment more and Mickv was throwing on his wardrobe and cross-questioning the acquiescent Binks.

“Sure, didn’t you take it off Poldhu yerself last night? Description an’ all? You must be batty! And you took the service message for the Capting to search the ship. Wyke hup, you sleepin’ beauty, you!”

Theo, like a flash of light into a dark cavern, intelligence dawned on Micky’s drowsy brain. And he had never even thought of it. Cosmo Graeme’s shocking and dramatic narrative had driven all else from his mind, or he would have realized that since he had transmitted no information concerning Lord Roakby’s murder to the Captain the latter could never for a moment have connected the message to search his ship for an escaped criminal with anything except the defalcation from