There was Irma Gluyas, lying sleeping peacefully, with her head upon Leah Einstein's lap.
"Safe enough," he muttered, as he sheltered himself under the overhanging deck roof.
But as the murderer's eye fell on the black valise, he smiled with an infernal glee.

"There it is landed--this prize--after months! "And they will think that the fool cleared out with it.

Thank God! Steward Heinrichs is on the 'Mesopotamia.' He will look out for us; but if he knew what was in that valise I'd have to fight for my life." The tug now swung around into the North River, and the driving spray forced the absconding scoundrel into the Captain's little stateroom.

"How long now ?" shouted Braun, in the whistling tempest.
"I'll have you alongside the 'Mesopotamia' in twenty minutes," answered the skipper.

"The 'Falcon' is the fastest tug on the Brooklyn front." He pushed out a black bottle, which Braun, in his character of "jovial tourist," liberally sampled.