"How did you hear it?" asked Jay.
"On the radio last night," said Ellen, looking at him steadily. Would he ask where and with whom?
He didn't. "I saw it was relayed," he replied. "It happened about eleven o'clock out there. People all over the country heard it—and you did."
"It was like being there—without any body yourself," said Ellen.
"No wonder you're done up. You ought to rest to-day. You ought to go home. I mean to Michigan."
"Why? Father won't be home. He'll have left the men at Ashland and be loading ore in Duluth to-day. They'll be eastbound to-morrow. He'll pass home, south, and just see it. They'll just see the ship. The straits won't close for a month yet."
Jay's business, that day, was with Lyman Howarth and it had progressed to a point of meetings with the seniors in the president's offices; but Lyman did not take Jay at once into the meeting.
"I was in on something last night," Lyman told him. "Slengel was giving a party. I ran around and ran into it. We had a radio, Jay, which we were using between dances and we got that rescue on it. God, how we got it, Jay! And do you know what? The daughter of the master of the Blenmora was there. We saw her get it at the party."
"What?" demanded Jay. "What did you say?"
"I said at the party which Slengel gave, a fellow brought in the daughter of Powell, who took off those men; and she was there and got it! I'd been noticing the
