Rosalind watched, but she was still bewildered. A moment later her lips parted and her eyes widened with alarm.
"Keep still!" cautioned her companion. "I saw it, too. It's the black-haired one, isn't it?"
She nodded.
"That's the way I made it. I spotted him back in the lobby," said the boatman in a low tone. "Leave him to me."
"But another one—that one"—she pointed—"has a ring, and I think—"
"Hush! What do you care? It's the one with the black hair for us."
A minute later the captain looked up at the watchers.
"We've got it all picked up, sir," he said. "What'll we do with it?"
"Carry it back to the lobby," said the boatman. "It was my fault; I'll explain how it happened. We'll see if we can get another case."
"Go get an omnibus tray," ordered the head bell-boy.