"Well, the best you can do is to meet her at Liverpool when she lands," he said.
"Meet her?" echoed Curtiss. "But how?"
"Take the Oceanic. She'll sail in half an hour from Pier 48, just below here. She'll reach Liverpool ahead of the Umbria—perhaps a day ahead."
I saw Curtiss's lips tighten with sudden resolution.
"Thank you," he said. "I'll do it."
There was nothing to be said. He was past arguing with, even had we felt like arguing—which I, for one, did not.
"I'll cable," he promised, as we stood in the shadow of the big liner, "and let you know if I find her."
"Have you money enough?" asked Mr. Royce. "Don't hesitate to say so, if you haven't."
Curtiss laughed bitterly.
"Oh, I've enough!" he said. "Quite a roll, in fact. I'd expected to spend it on a honeymoon!"