me in convenient touch with the Cornwall jails for a fully adequate time yet."
"I beg pardon," the Englishman corrected conservatively, not certain of how many of the younger people's words were meant seriously. "Mr. Preston was observing to me, with quite unjustifiable relief, surely, for one who left England in his extremely—ah—equivocal position, that we had quite entirely lost the land for the week. Whereas—"
"Yes, whereas the 'wireless,' Mr. Dunneston," the American interrupted impatiently, "as you very properly recalled, can bring a warrant for my arrest at any moment and keep the police very cosily in touch with me for a few hundred miles at least. And, as it has been decided over and over again in the courts that the deck of an English ship is English ground and, obviously, we still have the English with us, it still behooves me to be wary."
"It does indeed!" the girl nodded. "But, Mr. Dunneston—"
"I beg pardon." The Englishman checked
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