“How do you account for that?”
Glennie sat up on the locker, as he put the question, and began rubbing his head.
“I didn’t drink so much of that bitter coffee as the rest of you did,” replied Bob.
“That’s right,” muttered Glennie; “I was forgetting about the coffee. It was drugged—it must have been.”
“Yah, so helup me!” growled Carl. “Der Chinaman vas oop to some funny bizness, und he has peen efer since he come apoardt der boat. Ve ought to haf droon him oferpoard on cheneral brinciples.”
“Where’s Ah Sin now?” queried Glennie, looking around the room expectantly.
“The last I saw of him,” said Bob, “he was in the water swimming toward a small boat.”
Glennie started to his feet, astounded.
“In the water?” he echoed. “Do you mean to say you allowed the scoundrel to get away, Mr. Steele? And all the time you knew just how much his presence meant to me!”