"Au, sure," agreed Valvick, with a ponderous gesture. "But it iss going to be all right in de morning. He find de emerald. Whoever hass de cabin where Miss Peggy t'row It In ton going to wake up in de morning and see it. And dere you be."
Warren sat up, impressed by this new thought. "By the Way, Baby, whose cabin did you throw it in, anyway?"
"How should I know?" she asked, rather defensively. "I don't know who has every cabin on the deck. It was just a convenient porthole, and I sort of obeyed the impulse. What difference does it make?"
"Well, I was only wondering… " He peered at the light, at a corner of the roof, at the wardrobe door. "I— that is, I don't suppose by any chance you heaved it on somebody to whom it would — er — prove a temptation?"
"Caroosh!" said Captain Valvick.
By one accord they looked at Morgan. The latter would have immensely enjoyed the throne to which this trio of
genial idiots had elected him, that of Brains in the combine to catch the joker, if it were not for that disturbing, nagging doubt which was apparently shared by none of hi* lieutenants. He did not want to examine that berth, and yet he knew he must. Meanwhile his lieutenants— ready to go off at any new tangent, and obsessed now with enial idiots had elected him, that of Brains in the combine to catch the joker, if it were not for that disturbing, nagging doubt which was apparently shared by none of hi* lieutenants. He did not want to examine that berth, and yet he knew he must. Meanwhile his lieutenants— ready to go off at any new tangent, and obsessed now with a thought which had nothing to do with the main problem — were regarding him in expectancy.
"Well," he said rather wearily, "if you really want to know whose cabin it is, that ought to be easy. Pick out the cabin that's attached to the porthole in which you threw that box (am I making myself clear?) and spot its number. Then look up the number in the passenger-list, and there you are… What porthole did you throw it, through, Peggy?" j
The girl opened her mouth eagerly and shut it again.] Her brows contracted. She wriggled, as though to assist! thought. J
"Dash it!" she said in a small voice. "I think — well, honestly, I don't remember."