"Of course it is," he answered, "but why do you say so?"
"It will give you so many opportunities," she murmured.
"Of seeing you?"
She shook her head.
"Of searching my belongings."
There was a moment's silence. She heard his quick breath through the darkness. His voice assumed its harsher tone.
"You believe that it was I who searched your stateroom?"
"I am sure that it was you, or some one acting for you."
"What is it, then, of which I am in search?" he demanded.
"Captain Graham's formula," she replied. "I think you want that a good deal more than you want me."