"I suppose I'll have to do it."
"If he returns to America he'll be caught. I'll give Haggerty the tip."
"I have my doubts of Mason committing any such folly. He picked up a small fortune that night. Strange mix-up."
"Here, try one of these," urged Killigrew, as the butt of Crawford's cigar went overboard.
"Thanks."
Thomas moved away from the ventilator. Mix-up, indeed! He stole down to the promenade deck, where the stewardess informed him that Miss Killigrew had just ordered her chocolate. He flew to the kitchens. It was a narrow escape. To have been found wanting the first night out!
"Come in," said a voice in answer to his knock.
