“This is indeed a floating palace,” commented Shirley.
“Isn’t it though,” agreed Mabel.
Dick was no less enthusiastic in his praise.
After a stroll about they rejoined the two elder men in the salon. Then it was that Shirley bethought herself of the fact that young Bristow had said he would be aboard.
“I haven’t seen anything of him,” she said.
Neither had the others.
“Perhaps he missed the boat,” said Mabel.
“I’ll have a look at the passenger list,” said Dick.
He did so, and there he saw “Henry Bristow, New York,” and the number of his stateroom. He went up and knocked on the door.
“Come in,” called a voice.