we've stopped your game for to-night, and to-morrow you can explain
to the police! Your pal," he taunted, "has told every one on this
boat that you are Lord Ivy, and he's told me lies enough about
HIMSELF to prove HE'S an impostor, too!"

I saw what had happened, and that if I were to protect poor Kinney
I must not, as I felt inclined, use my fists, but my head. I
laughed with apparent unconcern, and turned to the purser.

"Oh, that's it, is it?" I cried. "I might have known it was
Kinney; he's always playing practical jokes on me." I turned to
Aldrich. "My friend has been playing a joke on you, too," I said.
"He didn't know who you were, but he saw you were an Anglomaniac,
and he's been having fun with you!"

"Has he?" roared Aldrich. He reached down into his pocket and
pulled out a piece of paper. "This," he cried, shaking it at me,
"is a copy of a wireless that I've just sent to the chief of police
at New Bedford."

With great satisfaction he read it in a loud and threatening voice:
"Two impostors on this boat representing themselves to be Lord Ivy,
my future brother-in-law, and his secretary. Lord Ivy himself on
board. Send police to meet boat. We will make charges.--Henry
Philip Aldrich."

It occurred to me that after receiving two such sensational
telegrams, and getting out of bed to meet the boat at six in the
morning, the chief of police would be in a state of mind to arrest
almost anybody, and that his choice would certainly fall on Kinney