CHAPTER XV.
WIRELESS MESSAGES "What are we to do ?" asked Frances Durkin, turning from the masthead to her husband's studious face.
"We've got to jump at our chance, and get on board the _Slavonia_ over there!" "In the face of those messages ?" "It's the messages that simplify things for us.

All we now have to do is to get on board in such a manner that the ship's officers will have no suspicions.

They mustn't dream of linking us with the runaway couple who are being looked for.

That means that we must not, in the first place, appear together, and, in the second, of course, that we must travel and appear as utter strangers!" "But supposing Keenan himself is on board that steamer ?" parried Frank.
"It is obvious that he isn't, for then it would be quite unnecessary to send out any such messages by wireless." "But supposing it's Pobloff ?" "Didn't you say that Pobloff would never follow us out of Europe ?" "But even if it's Keenan ?" she persisted.
"Then you must remember that you are Miss Allen, at your old trade of picking up little art relics for wealthy families in England and America.

You will have yourself rowed directly over to the _Slavonia's_ landing ladder--you can see it there, not two hundred feet away--and go on board and secure a stateroom from the purser.