“I’ll go through with it all right. And I’m real proud to be chosen! What am I to do with them afterwards?”

“Watch the newspapers! I’ll advertise in the personal column of the Times , beginning ‘Shipmate.’ At the end of three days if there’s nothing⁠—well, you’ll know I’m down and out. Then take the packet to the American Embassy, and deliver it into the Ambassador’s own hands. Is that clear?”

“Quite clear.”

“Then be ready⁠—I’m going to say goodbye.” He took her hand in his. “Goodbye. Good luck to you,” he said in a louder tone.

Her hand closed on the oilskin packet that had lain in his palm.