He slipped out and feeling under the low eaves grabbed a sleepy fowl. Captain Farwell’s knife was soon a very grewsome object. Just before dawn Billy paddled out to the _Petrel_. He inquired for Lorraine’s cabin and banging on the door slipped her his note with a word or two of explanation, then returned to the deck. “Mr. Tomlin was murdered by natives last night,” he said to a sailor on watch. “The lady wants me to tell the Captain.” Billy was shown to the Captain’s cabin and the sailor went to spread the news forward. “Who’s there?” said the Captain. “Me,” said Billy. “The niggers killed Tomlin last night!” “Come in,” said the Captain, excited. Billy came in. “Shut the door.” It was shut. “Lock it.” Billy fumbled with the lock. The Captain was in bed, sitting up, nervous. “He is dead?” “See this?” said Billy, pulling out the knife. “Why didn’t you wipe it off?” “All right,” said Billy as he grabbed the end of the sheet and wiped the blade. “You fool--the stains--here--” “Where else should they be? Us murderers has to stick together.” “Are you trying to implicate me? But I’ve got you--I’ll swear--you’re going to murder me!” With that the Captain sprang out of bed and began yelling “Murder! Help!” The door opened and Lorraine stood there, just as Billy had requested. Her hair was tumbled down and she wore a kimono of white silk with blue birds. Her face did not look pleasant, and her eyes were cold and straight, but she said quite calmly: “Captain Farwell, I have been listening with the door ajar ever since you told Mr. Rand to lock it!” With that she turned and walked off. The Captain dropped his jaw, and then himself. He flopped like a sack of flour into a chair and sat there staring at Billy. “You see, Cap,” said Billy, friendly-like, “I’m wanted back in New York as a witness in a bribery case. Not for murder. And seein’ as you don’t want it, I think I’ll keep this knife as a little souvenir.” The Captain said nothing, so Billy kept the knife and went out, shutting the door. Down the passageway he came upon Tomlin with his arms around Lorraine, and she was weeping happily. Billy overheard “--as soon as we can find a minister.” “But you are one!” she insisted. “And Mr. Rand--isn’t he--” Tomlin exploded into laughter. But Billy intervened. “’Scuse me for interferin’ with the reunion, but if you are lookin’ for a weddin’ ceremony, allow me to offer my services.” Tomlin looked surprised for it was obvious that Billy was in earnest. Billy hastened to explain that when he had come over to Guam on the transport the captain had married an officer and a nurse, so it appeared that captains could marry people--though a missionary’s assistant couldn’t! “That’s right!” said Tomlin. Lorraine was inclined to object. “Then we must wait, my dear.” “We have waited so long!” she said, thereby agreeing to the Captain’s performing the ceremony.