No one tried to stop me--indeed, knowing I could not escape, they seemed pleased at my departure, and I went to my cabin. Kinney, seated on the edge of the berth, greeted me with a hollow groan. His expression was one of utter misery. As though begging me not to be angry, he threw out his arms appealingly. “How the devil!” he began, “was I to know that a little red-headed shrimp like that was the Earl of Ivy? And that that tall blonde girl,” he added indignantly, “that I thought was an accomplice, is Lady Moya, his sister?” “What happened?” I asked. Kinney was wearing his hat. He took it off and hurled it to the floor. “It was that damned hat!” he cried. “It’s a Harvard ribbon, all right, but only men on the crew can wear it! How was I to know THAT? I saw Aldrich looking at it in a puzzled way, and when he said, ‘I see you are on the crew,’ I guessed what it meant, and said I was on last year’s crew. Unfortunately HE was on last year’s crew! That’s what made him suspect me, and after dinner he put me through a third degree. I must have given the wrong answers, for suddenly he jumped up and called me a swindler and an impostor. I got back by telling him he was a crook and that I was a detective, and that I had sent a wireless to have him arrested at New Bedford. He challenged me to prove I was a detective, and, of course, I couldn’t, and he called up two stewards and told them to watch me while he went after the purser. I didn’t fancy being watched, so I came here.” “When did you tell him I was the Earl of Ivy?” Kinney ran his fingers through his hair and groaned dismally. “That was before the boat started,” he said; “it was only a joke. He didn’t seem to be interested in my conversation, so I thought I’d liven it up a bit by saying I was a friend of Lord Ivy’s. And you happened to pass, and I happened to remember Mrs. Shaw saying you looked like a British peer, so I said: ‘That is my friend Lord Ivy.’ I said I was your secretary, and he seemed greatly interested, and--” Kinney added dismally, “I talked too much. I am SO sorry,” he begged. “It’s going to be awful for you!” His eyes suddenly lit with hope. “Unless,” he whispered, “we can escape!”