"Did you see anything of Wyck after landing?"
"Once I saw him in the street, but I don't know where he is staying. Do you know him?"
"I met him in England," answered Reg, quietly.
"He's the funniest chap I ever saw," continued McKintosh. "He shared my cabin, and just before landing I went down to pack. I had tennis shoes on, and I came upon him unawares, and he seemed a bit flurried."
"What was he doing then?"
"I don't know, exactly, but he seemed to be whittling a stick—a black stick with a lot of notches in it."
"My God!" said Reg, startled out of his reserve.
"What's the matter?" said McKintosh.
"Nothing," answered Reg, as, excusing himself, he left the room.
"He's subject to sudden attacks like that. Don't mind them," said Hal to McKintosh, in a casual way; and, bidding him good-night, left the room.