"Certainly not."
"Well, they ought. And I shall see that next time they do."
Not anger only, and not only spirited revolt, appeared on the face Napier loved. The something else he had been vaguely aware of showed there clearer. He glanced sharply round and then bent over her. "What would happen if they did their duty? What if they were to search you?"
"To search me!" She stood up.
"Sh!" He looked round again.
"They can't!" she triumphed. "Not now."
"Ah!" The emission of breath came as though forced out by a sudden physical anguish.
"What's the matter? What are you thinking?" she cried.
"I'm thinking that I wish to God you'd go and get all that infernal stuff of Julian's in the green suit-case and throw it overboard."
"I haven't got any 'infernal stuff,'" she said, with the faint pink rising in her cheeks.