Kennedy did not pursue the subject, evidently from fear of saying too much just at present.
“I wonder if there is anyone else who could have operated it,” said Waldon, as we mounted again to the deck.
“I don’t know,” replied Kennedy, pausing on the way up. “You haven’t a wireless on the Nautilus, have you?”
Waldon shook his head. “Never had any particular use for it myself,” he answered.
“You say that Miss Verrall and her mother have gone back to the city?” pursued Kennedy, taking care that as before the others were out of earshot.
“Yes.”
“I’d like to stay with you tonight, then,” decided Kennedy. “Might we go over with you now? There doesn’t seem to be anything more I can do here, unless we get some news about Mrs. Edwards.”
Waldon seemed only too glad to agree, and no one on the Lucie insisted on our staying.
We arrived at the Nautilus a few minutes later, and while we were lunching Kennedy dispatched the tender to the Marconi station with a note.
It was early in the afternoon when the tender returned with several packages and coils of wire. Kennedy immediately set to work on the Nautilus stretching out some of the wire.