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āļāļēāļĢ āđāļāļīāļ āđāļāļīāļ āļāļē āļāļē āļĢāđāļē āļāļļāļ 100 "But can you not recall some event or circumstance which will throw some light on the mystery?" persisted Dr. Connelly. "What is the matter now?" asked the prisoner in the ward room, after he had rubbed his eyes for a time. It was some little time before Mr. Galvinne presented himself, for probably he did not feel bound to obey the orders of the bogus captain with especial promptness. However, he came after a quarter of an hour, and seated himself familiarly in an arm-chair at the table. He had the bearing of the superior officer, to which Corny made no objection. Though the second lieutenant of the Bronx had not been to breakfast, it was not his stomach that made the first demand upon him. He directed the steward to remain in the gangway and apprise him of the coming of any person in the direction of the cabin and ward room. Dave took his station on the steps. Mr. Flint entered the stateroom, and the first thing he did was to drop down on his knees and thrust his right hand into the space under the berth. It was instantly grasped by Christy, and given a warm pressure.