"It has been reported to me as I came on duty," he said, "that Adams is missing, doctor. It seems a bad case. He was delirious, and two of the men say they heard a plunge. The port-hole is open."
"It's a lie!" I cried.
Holgate's face twitched. "It's the report made to me," he said; "I came at once," and the fang showed clear under his upper lip.
"It is foul play!" I said. "He was not likely to throw himself overboard. It all belongs to the plot."
"Was this man delirious?" asked Day of me.
I hesitated. "For a time he was slightly," I answered.
"He was delirious when he told you these things?"
"That I deny."
He turned to Ellison. "What do you say, quartermaster?"
"I don't know, sir," said the man in confusion. "He didn't seem quite—quite all right."