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ALOHA AIRLINES OFFERS BAGGAGE DIRECT SERVICE IN ORANGE COUNTY
November 22, 2005

HONOLULU– Customers departing on Aloha Airlines flights from John Wayne Airport in Orange County, California, can skip the hassle of lugging bags to the airport by letting BaggageDirect do it.
Travelers on Aloha can now arrange for BaggageDirect’s mobile skycaps to collect their luggage from their hotel, home or business – within 50 miles of John Wayne Airport. The pick-up will take place at an assigned time on the day before or day of the scheduled flight, depending on the scheduled time of departure.
Under Transportation Security Administration-approved guidelines, BaggageDirect will issue baggage claim checks and a boarding pass for each passenger right on the spot. All the customer needs to do is show up at the airport and get to the boarding gate on time. Bags tendered to BaggageDirect in Orange County or on the islands of Oahu or Maui can be picked up at the traveler’s destination airport.
“Aloha is pleased to be first to offer Baggage Direct service for passengers using John Wayne Airport, expanding on the convenience we already offer our customers on Oahu and Maui,” said Thom Nulty, Aloha’s Sr. Vice President, Marketing & Sales.
To arrange a pick-up, call BaggageDirect at 1-800-959-4424 or visit www.BaggageDirect.com.
For nearly 60 years, Aloha has provided friendly, reliable inter-island air transportation. Aloha now offers incomparable award-winning service between Orange County and Honolulu, Maui and Kona, and daily flights to Las Vegas and Reno. For more information about Aloha Airlines, visit www.AlohaAirlines.com.

“Now then,” said Tommy, “where shall we go?”

The very faint anxiety which underlay his tone did not escape the
astute ears of Miss Prudence Cowley, known to her intimate
friends for some mysterious reason as “Tuppence.” She pounced at
once.

“Tommy, you’re stony!”

“Not a bit of it,” declared Tommy unconvincingly. “Rolling in
cash.”

“You always were a shocking liar,” said Tuppence severely,
“though you did once persuade Sister Greenbank that the doctor
had ordered you beer as a tonic, but forgotten to write it on the
chart. Do you remember?”

Tommy chuckled.

“I should think I did! Wasn’t the old cat in a rage when she
found out? Not that she was a bad sort really, old Mother
Greenbank! Good old hospital–demobbed like everything else, I
suppose?”

Tuppence sighed.

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

The Lusitania settled with a more decided list to starboard. In
answer to a quick command, the girl went forward to take her
place in the boat.

CHAPTER I

THE YOUNG ADVENTURERS, LTD.

“TOMMY, old thing!”

“Tuppence, old bean!”

The two young people greeted each other affectionately, and
momentarily blocked the Dover Street Tube exit in doing so. The
adjective “old” was misleading. Their united ages would
certainly not have totalled forty-five.

“Not seen you for simply centuries,” continued the young man.
“Where are you off to? Come and chew a bun with me. We’re
getting a bit unpopular here–blocking the gangway as it were.
Let’s get out of it.”

The girl assenting, they started walking down Dover Street
towards Piccadilly.

“Yes.”

“A patriotic one?”

The girl flushed.

“I guess you’ve no right to ask such a thing! Of course I am!”

“Don’t be offended. You wouldn’t be if you knew how much there
was at stake. But I’ve got to trust some one–and it must be a
woman.”

“Why?”

“Because of ‘women and children first.’ ” He looked round and
lowered his voice. “I’m carrying papers–vitally important
papers. They may make all the difference to the Allies in the
war. You understand? These papers have GOT to be saved! They’ve
more chance with you than with me. Will you take them?”

The girl held out her hand.

“Wait–I must warn you. There may be a risk–if I’ve been
followed. I don’t think I have, but one never knows. If so,
there will be danger. Have you the nerve to go through with it?”

The girl smiled.

“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 good-bye.” He took her hand in
his. “Good-bye. Good luck to you,” he said in a louder tone.

PROLOGUE

IT was 2 p.m. on the afternoon of May 7, 1915. The Lusitania had
been struck by two torpedoes in succession and was sinking
rapidly, while the boats were being launched with all possible
speed. The women and children were being lined up awaiting their
turn. Some still clung desperately to husbands and fathers;
others clutched their children closely to their breasts. One girl
stood alone, slightly apart from the rest. She was quite young,
not more than eighteen. She did not seem afraid, and her grave,
steadfast eyes looked straight ahead.

“I beg your pardon.”

A man’s voice beside her made her start and turn. She had
noticed the speaker more than once amongst the first-class
passengers. There had been a hint of mystery about him which had
appealed to her imagination. He spoke to no one. If anyone spoke
to him he was quick to rebuff the overture. Also he had a nervous
way of looking over his shoulder with a swift, suspicious glance.

She noticed now that he was greatly agitated. There were beads
of perspiration on his brow. He was evidently in a state of
overmastering fear. And yet he did not strike her as the kind of
man who would be afraid to meet death!

“Yes?” Her grave eyes met his inquiringly.

He stood looking at her with a kind of desperate irresolution.

“It must be!” he muttered to himself. “Yes–it is the only way.”
Then aloud he said abruptly: “You are an American?”