 As you hang up and leave the bungalow, an idea suddenly occurs to you, doesn't it, Chris? Yes. And as you drive downtown, a plan begins to take shape in your mind. Before going to the office, you stop and send a wire to Seaman Al Higgin, care of his ship in San Pedro, asking him to phone you. Just before lunch, you're at your desk when the phone rings. Hello? That you, Mr. Matthews? Yes. Alfie Higgins here, Governor.