“Didn’t you report him to the captain?”
“Well, you see there were—er—reasons which made it unwise to do so.”
“You bet there were, Herr Professor Radwig,—for I know who you are now, Mr. Johnson,” muttered Jack to himself. “No wonder I thought I knew you in spite of your disguise.”
“What are your present plans?” asked Mr. Johnson’s, or rather, Herr Professor Radwig’s companion.
“I shall have to see. You understand wireless, Schultz?”
“Intimately. Why, you have some idea—?”
“Never mind now. It is getting chilly. Let us go to our cabins. I will talk to you more about this to-morrow.”
The voices died away as the two left the upper deck. Jack, wide awake now, sprang to his feet. Clearly there was some mischief concerning the wireless in the air. But of the nature of the impending scheme he could not hazard a guess.
“Anyhow, I’ll just put Muller wise to what’s going on,” thought Jack. “He’s a decent, square fellow, who wouldn’t stand for any monkey business. How to deal with Herr Radwig is another matter. I guess I’ll sleep on it. If only those chaps on the Berwick knew who they had overlooked on their hunt for Germans, wouldn’t they be mad as hornets!”