He's going down to San Cristoval to investigate that missionary killing.

We're in luck, I must say." "I don't see where the luck comes in," she said dolefully.

"We ought to have this evening all to ourselves just to talk things over.

I've a thousand questions to ask you." "And it wouldn't have been a man-talk either," she added.
"But my plan is better than that." He debated with himself a moment.
"You see, the Commissioner is the one official in the islands who can give us a license.

And--there's the luck of it--Doctor Welshmere is here to perform the ceremony.