John Bruce tossed the ticket on the couch.
“There's your ticket!” he said sternly. “I wouldn't advise you to come back—nor worry any further about exposing Mr. Larmon, unless you want to force a showdown that will place some very interesting details connected with the life of Doctor Crang in the hands of the police!”
The bugle rang out again.
John Bruce, without a further glance in Crang's direction, opened the cabin window slightly, then unlocking the door, he motioned Larmon to pass out. He locked the door on the outside, stepped to the deck, tossed the key through the window to the floor of Crang's cabin, and drew the window shut again. A minute more, and with Larmon beside him, he was standing on the dock.
Neither John Bruce nor Larmon spoke.
And presently the tugs caught hold of the big liner and warped her out of her berth.
“John Bruce” had sailed for South America.