"Where?" demanded Lord Hastings.
"Your cabin, sir."
"He would hardly have sought refuge there," said Lord Hastings.
"There is no telling, sir," replied Frank. "We may as well have a look."
"Yes, we may as well have a look," repeated Lord Hastings.
He led the way forward again and pulled up before the door of his cabin, which was closed.
"Now I could have sworn I left this door open," said Lord Hastings.
He laid a hand on the knob and turned it; but the door would not open.
"Hm-m-m," muttered Lord Hastings. "Somebody is in there all right. Guess it must be our friend Davis." He raised his voice and called: "Davis."
There was no reply and Lord Hastings repeated his call. Still there was no response.