Brewster unsuspectingly led the way into his stateroom, the two following.
"What's the mystery?" he demanded.
"We've been deputized to do some very nasty work," said "Subway," as he turned the key in the door. "We are here to tell you what port we have chosen."
"It's awfully good of you to tell me."
"Yes, isn't it? But we have studied up on the chivalrous treatment of prisoners. We have decided on Boston."
"Is there a Boston on this side of the water?" asked Monty in mild surprise.
"No; there is only one Boston in the universe, so far as we know. It is a large body of intellect surrounded by the rest of the world."
"What the devil are you talking about? You don't mean Boston, Massachusetts?" cried Monty, leaping to his feet.
"Precisely. That's the port for us and you told us to choose for ourselves," said Smith.
"Well, I won't have it, that's all," exclaimed Brewster, indignantly. "Captain Perry takes orders from me and from no one else."
"He already has his orders," said DeMille, smiling mysteriously.
"I'll see about that." Brewster sprang to the door. It was locked and the key was in "Sub-
