“I believe I feel better already,” he announced.
“Won’t know yourself in an hour’s time,” his companion assured him. “I shall give you a pint of champagne and a sandwich at twelve o’clock, and you’ll be taking me on at shuffleboard after lunch. Hullo, another wireless!”
“Read it for me,” Jacob directed.
The young man tore open the envelope and read out the message:
Brother’s condition unchanged. Your presence urgently needed. Will meet New York. Morse, Secretary.
“Poor old Sam!” Jacob murmured.
“He’ll pull through, if he’s got your constitution,” Felixstowe observed cheerfully. “I’ve never seen you under the weather yet.”
“That’s because I take care of myself,” Jacob said a little severely.
“Great Cæsar’s ghost! Hi!”
The young secretary was sitting bolt upright in his chair. A man and a woman, passing along the deck, turned in surprise at the challenge. The surprise speedily became amazement, and the amazement universal.