Got any relatives over there ?" "I have an aunt in London," Lenora told him, "the dearest old lady you ever knew.

She'd give anything to have me make her a visit." Quest moved across to his desk and took up a sailing list.

He studied it for a few moments and turned back to Lenora.
"Send a cable off at once to Scotland Yard," he directed.

"Say--'Am sailing on _Lusitania_ to-morrow.

Hold prisoner.