“Missing,” Mary Louise half whispered. “Tell me more.”
“She was sending out wireless calls for help—”
“Ah! It was then that Danny sent me the message. He must have known and tried to get a word to me before—before.”
“Yes, dear!”
“And wasn’t it wonderful that it reached me? And wasn’t it like Danny to do it? He knows—knew—wireless telegraphy, you remember, Irene? He learned it in his service overseas.”
“Yes, dear!”
Mary Louise spoke softly:
“What else do they know?” Her eyes were dry and strangely brilliant.
“Nothing but that various vessels went to the assistance of the Spokane but could find no trace of her and a great storm, a hurricane, had been raging for some time during and after the Spokane’s wireless messages were received and it is feared—it is believed—it is known by persons who have had experience in such things that lifeboats could not have weathered such a storm. It is thought that all on board were—were lost.”
“Nobody can tell though, for sure!” there was a ring of hope in the poor girl’s voice.