"I still vote No," said Warren. A babble of voices arose, while they got together in the middle of the cabin waving their arms and shouting. Mrs. Perrigord said it was oil owfully clever, and she voted as Henry did.
"Eee! Stop it!" cried Peggy, clapping her hands to her ears. "Listen. Let me talk. I'll admit I think it would be rather nice to go to the captain and make goo-goo eyes ai him, sort of. Wait! But we'll let it rest on Uncle Jules and — I don't care what you say, he's my uncle, and I won' have him g-guyed because they s-say he's too drunk to—'
"Steady now!" said Warren, as she shook her fist! desperately.
"… to play. And we'll let it rest at that. If he's sober enough to play inside of, say fifteen minutes or half at hour, we can hold the curtain until then; we'll adopt Hank's idea. If not, then we'll carry on as we'd intended… What's that noise?" She broke off suddenly. Her smeary eyes travelled past Morgan's shoulder and widened. Then she screamed.
"Where," said Peggy, "is Uncle Jules?"
The door of the cabin was lightly banging with the slight roll of the ship.
Uncle Jules was gone. Also missing were the watches the cuff-links, the note-case, the studs, and the emerald elephant.
19 — Indiscretions of Uncle Jules
The Moorish warrior removed his spiked helmet and flung U on the floor.
"Sunk!" he said wildly. "Sunk! Done brown. Come on, lake our vote if we want to, but we can't do either one thing or the other now. I'm getting sick of this. What's the Hint ter with the old soak? Is he a kleptomaniac?"