“Are you going to expose him?”
“Expose him to whom?”
“The captain, for instance.”
“What would be the good? He has committed no crime. If he wants to travel under a false name that is not our business so long as he does not interfere with us.”
“That’s true, but just the same, if we are boarded by another British cruiser, I’ll have something to whisper in the boarding officer’s ear,” said Bill, truculently.
“I wish we knew who this Schultz was,” confessed Jack.
“Does that name appear on the passenger lists?”
“On none of them. Besides, if it had, the man would have been questioned by that officer from the Berwick. He quizzed everybody with a name that even sounded German.”
“That’s so,” admitted Bill; “he certainly went through the ship with a rake. I guess old Earwig’s friend has some American sounding name that will carry him safe across the ocean no matter what happens.”
Soon after, Jack sought his berth in the wireless room. As he approached the opened door of the radio station, from which a flood of yellow light issued, he saw, or thought he saw, two lurking figures in the shadow of one of the boats. But even as he sighted them, they vanished.