Anita!
She stood there with her cloak around her. A distance away on the shadowed deck-space Coniston was loitering.
"Anita!" I whispered it.
"Gregg, dear!"
She turned and gestured to the watching brigand. "I will not be long, Coniston."
She came in and half closed the door upon us, leaving it open enough so that we could make sure that Coniston did not advance.
I stepped back where he could not see us.
"Anita!"
She flung herself into my opened arms.