"Huh!" he grunted. "Thought that looked like her, but of course it couldn't be. Some ship captain's daughter probably."
They arrived on board the Kittlewake just as the captain, a red-faced old British salt, and the engineer, a silent man who was fully as slim and wiry of build as Curlie himself, were finishing lunch.
"Pardon me," said Curlie, "but did you get Mr. Ardmore's wire?"
"You're this wireless man, Curlie Carson?" asked the captain.
"Yes."
"'Is message is 'ere; came this morning."
"Then you're ready to put off at once."
"At once!" The captain stared his amazement. "'Ere it is night. At once, 'e says!"
"It's very necessary that we go at once," said Curlie firmly, "and I believe you have your orders."
"To be hat your service in hevery particular."