This report was received by radio, aboard the Steamship Colonia outward bound from New York. It was discussed by a group of men, in the salon.
“Well,” said one man, “there’s another pair lost in the Atlantic. Take it from me, young fellow, you’ll never hear anything of this man Branson, again.”
The person to whom the speaker chanced to address his remark was none other than Lieutenant Raymond Branson, in person.
Vic Marquette smiled as he heard the statement. To the world, it was Branson who was flying the Silver Comet. No one even suspected that the actual pilot was The Shadow!
CHAPTER XXXIII
ON THE TRAIN DE LUXE
A MAN came down the corridor of a car on the train de luxe that was moving swiftly toward Berlin. He reached a compartment, and entered. He closed the door, and seated himself with a quiet chuckle.
He glanced at a newspaper, and noted that two Americans were attempting to fly the Atlantic.
“Americans,” he muttered in English. “Bah! I have seen enough of Americans and America.”
The man noted an account of an explosion in New York City. His eyes lighted as he looked for details; but the report was meager. Even the time was not given. Twenty people were reported killed. A building had collapsed.