“Beg pardon, sir,” said a voice; and the steward stood in the doorway.
“Yes; what is it?”
“Boat from the shore, sir, with a policeman in the stern and another man.”
“Policeman? Other man?” faltered Glyddyr in a low, faint voice; “what do they want?”
“You, sir,” said the man; and then, “Oh, here they are.”
Glyddyr sat back, staring at the men wildly.
“Well,” said the steward to himself; “I have seen the guv’nor a bit on, but this beats all. I say, you might have waited till you were asked to come down.”
This to a policeman who was stooping down to enter the cabin, while Glyddyr clutched the table, and held on, for the sickening sensation in his head threatened a complete collapse.