Part 29 (1/2)

”Do you mean that she was blown up?” Elsie asked with a note of horror in her voice.

”It looks so; but there's not much news yet.”

Staffer began to read:

”The captain of the Clyde coaster _Gannet_ reports that when he was off the Skerries near dark one of the big A. & P. liners pa.s.sed him at some distance to the north. It was blowing fresh, and hazy, but when the vessel was almost out of sight he noticed a dense cloud of smoke. He ran to the box on the bridge-rail, where he kept his gla.s.ses, but when he got them out the liner had disappeared. He steered for the spot where he had last seen her, but it was dark when he reached it, and after steaming about for some time, and seeing nothing but a quant.i.ty of wreckage, he made for Rathlin and megaphoned the lighthouse-keepers before proceeding. An unconfirmed report from Larne states that a fis.h.i.+ng craft pa.s.sed a steamer's lifeboat, but lost her in the dark. The _Centaur_, a large and nearly new steamer, left Montreal with wheat and a number of pa.s.sengers eight days ago.”

n.o.body spoke for a minute after he put down the newspaper, and Whitney lighted a cigarette to cover his excitement. The news was startling, but he thought it did not take Staffer or Williamson by surprise.

There was something curious in their expression. Andrew's face, however, had grown very stern; and Elsie's was angrily flushed.

”This is not war, but murder!” she exclaimed. ”The men who blow up unarmed vessels ought to be severely punished.”

”When you catch them,” Staffer answered. ”I expect that it will prove difficult; and I'm afraid we must be prepared for some nasty knocks.”

”It's rather exasperating to be hit hard where you flatter yourself you're secure against attack,” Williamson remarked. ”The Admiralty must have thought the North Channel safe.”

”It _is_ except against treachery,” Elsie declared. ”Don't you think so, Andrew?”

”I do,” said Andrew quietly. ”It's narrow and commanded by lighthouses and coastguard stations; though perhaps, in a way, its narrowness is a danger. But we must see that this kind of thing doesn't happen again.”

”How would you try to prevent it?” Staffer asked, with a calmness that was somewhat overdone.

Whitney gave Andrew a careless glance, and was relieved to note that his grim look had vanished. Andrew's views on this subject would be worth having, but it was obvious that he did not mean to state them.

”I'm not a navy officer,” he answered and turned to Elsie. ”One feels that it won't bear talking about.”

”Yes,” she agreed, with a flash in her eyes. ”There's no use in giving way to rage when one is hurt. The best one can do after a treacherous blow is to keep very quiet and wait until the time comes to strike back.”

”There's a true Scot!” laughed Staffer. ”You're a stubborn, unemotional race. I wouldn't like to fall into your hands if I'd wronged your friends.”

”The Scots are just: they repay both injuries and favors.”

Then, by general consent, they talked about something else; and after a time the others went out, and Whitney and Elsie were left alone. He suspected that she had meant this to happen, but he was surprised by her first question.

”Have you a bad memory?”

”I like to think that it's as good as my neighbor's.”

”Then it's strange you lighted a cigarette with a match from your own box after asking Mr. Williamson for his.”

”Well, by jove!” Whitney exclaimed. ”Do you think he noticed it?”

Elsie's eyes twinkled.

”No; he had his back toward you when you began the next cigarette. But why did you ask for a match when you had some?”

Whitney looked at her frankly.

”I'd rather you didn't press me for an answer,” he said.