It was growing dark. On the way down the river Cleigh made no attempt to search for the beads.
The salon lights snapped up as the launch drew alongside. Once below, Cleigh dumped Jane’s possessions into the nearest chair and turned to 114 give Dodge an order—only to find the accustomed corner vacant!
“Dodge!” he shouted. He ran to the passage. “Dodge, where the devil are you?”
“Did you call, sir?”
Cleigh spun about. In the doorway to the dining salon stood Cunningham, on his amazingly handsome face an expression of anxious solicitude!
CHAPTER X
Cleigh was not only a big and powerful man—he was also courageous, but the absence of Dodge and the presence of Cunningham offered such sinister omen that temporarily he was bereft of his natural wit and initiative.
“Where’s Dodge?” he asked, stupidly.