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 house and Binks reappeared waving a sheet of paper.

“Marconigram from the Capting tellin’ wot a bloomin’ ’ero ’e is!” announced the latter.

“Thanks,” said Micky, bringing down his feet. “Here's The Pink ’Un,— I 'm done with it.”

Binks grabbed up the sheet and hurriedly left the office for his own quarters, there to devour greedily its engrossing contents.

“Cunard, Liverpool," ran the Captain’s message. “Criminal wanted discovered today on Pavonia. Placed under immediate arrest. Await instructions New York “Ponsonby.”

Micky laughed. Just at the present juncture things seemed to be going Graeme’s way. The poor old Captain had worded his radio so that it applied to either of the two,—Chilvers or the other. There was luck for you! If he had said “Chilvers discovered to-day,” Scotland Yard would have radioed him to look for Roakby’s murderer as well, and all would have been over—again. Heaven must be looking out for this unfortunate son of a Mar