Do you hear what it is?
Can't you make it out ?" It was, of course, the Continental, and not the Morse, code, and it was not quite the same as stooping over and listening to the crisp, incisive pulsations of a "sounder." But Frank heard and saw and pieced together enough of the message to clutch, in turn, at Durkin's arm, and wait with quickened breath for the answering spark-play.
"No--such--persons--on--board--send--fuller--description." There was a silence of a minute or two, and then the mysterious Hertzian voice lisped out once more.
"Description--not--forwarded--by--Embassy--man--and--wife--are wanted-- for robbery--at--Monte--Carlo--also--at--Genoa--name--Durgin--or-- Durkin." The listening man and woman looked at each other, and still waited.
"Oh, this _is_ luck!" said the listener, fervently, as he drew a deep breath.

"This _is_ luck!" "Listen, they're answering again!" cried Frank.
"Why--not--confer--with--Trieste--authorities--will--you--please-- telephone--our--agents--to--send--out--tender--to take--off--Admiral-- Stuart." Then came the silence again.
"Yes," sounded the minute electric tongue from the mountain-top, so many miles away.

"Good--night!" "Good--night!" replied the articulate mass of heaving steel, swinging at her anchor chains..