“That explains it all. Everything’s cleared up to my satisfaction.”
“But what does all this mean?” inquired the mystified Glennon. “I seem to have run up against a Chinese puzzle.”
“It’s as simple as A B C, after my wise brother here gave my sleepy head a thump and woke me up,” replied Guy. “Mr. Gunseyt is probably a friend of Mr. Smithers of London.”
“Yes.”
“And also of a Mr. Pickett of New York.”
“I don’t know him.”
“We’ll tell you more about him later. But he’s also a friend of Everleigh and Little, as we know positively.”
“Yes.”
“And soon after the Herculanea started, Gunseyt made the acquaintance of you and me.”
“Yes.”