"Even in London, as you remark," Fischer assented.
"You didn't hear the end of the affair, I suppose?" she asked him.
The steward had arrived with afternoon tea. Fischer threw into the sea the cigar which he had been smoking.
"I do not think," he said, "that the end has been reached yet."
Pamela sighed.
"Les oreilles ennemies!" she quoted. "I suppose one has to be careful everywhere."
CHAPTER VIII
It was one evening towards the end of the voyage, and about an hour after dinner. A huge form loomed out of the darkness, continuing its steady promenade along the unlit portion of the deck. Pamela, moved by some caprice, abandoned her caution of the last few days and called out.
"Mr. Fischer!"
He stopped short. The sparks flew from the red end of his cigar, which he tossed into the sea. He hastened towards her.