"Men like that are better off the face of the earth. They did
their best to send me there."
"Here's a cablegram for you!" Lenora exclaimed, bringing it over to him.
"Mr. Quest, I wonder if it's from Scotland Yard!"
Quest tore it open. They read it together, Lenora standing on tiptoe to
peer over his shoulder:
"Stowaway answering in every respect your description of Craig
found on 'Durham.' Has been arrested, as desired, and will be
taken to Hamblin House for identification by Lord Ashleigh.
Reply whether you are coming over, and full details as to
charge."
"Good for Scotland Yard!" Quest declared. "So they've got him, eh? All the
same, that fellow's as slippery as an eel. Lenora, how should you like a
trip across the ocean, eh?"
"I should love it," Lenora replied. "Do you mean it really?"
Quest nodded.
"The fellow's fooled me pretty well," he continued, "but somehow I feel
that if I get my hands on him this time, they'll stay there till he stands
where Red Gallagher did to-day. I don't feel content to let anyone else
finish off the job. Got any relatives over there?"
"I have an aunt in London," Lenora told him, "the dearest old lady you
ever knew. She'd give anything to have me make her a visit."
Quest moved across to his desk and took up a sailing list. He studied it
for a few moments and turned back to Lenora.
"Send a cable off at once to Scotland Yard," he directed. "Say--'Am
sailing on _Lusitania_ to-morrow.
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