"Can he lock me up for that?"
"Doubtless he can. But I don't think he will. Who's been sending back wireless messages about you?"
"Wireless? About me? Heaven knows; I don't."
"Could it have been Mrs. Charlton Denyse?"
"If they were uncomplimentary, it might. I'm afraid she doesn't approve of me."
"They seem to have been distinctly unfavorable. That Denyse female," continued the veteran lawyer, "is a raddled old polecat. Mischief is her specialty. How did she get on your trail?"
The Tyro explained.
"Hum! I'll bet a cigar with a gold belt around its stomach that the captain wishes she were out yonder playing with the porpoises. He doesn't look happy."
"What ails him?" inquired Dr. Alderson.
"Five different messages from Henry Clay Wayne, to begin with. Also, I fear my interview with him didn't have a sedative effect."