“And what have cyclones got to do with it?”
Again one of the sharp glances which sat so strangely on Carr’s open countenance.
“I understand there is a science of cyclones,” he said quietly.
“Yes.”
“Which means that you chaps knew what was coming forty-eight hours ago?”
“Yes,” replied Luke.
“That that steamer flying signals yesterday was talking to you about it?”
“Yes.”
“And that when you got into it you knew exactly whereabout you were in it; where the centre was, and which was the shortest way out of it, to get clear away from the vortex and beyond the axis line, so as not to get into it again?”
“Yes. You’re quite a Fitzroy.”