"Siberia. We 'ave a nice little cove picked out."
"In the Gulf of Anadir?"
"There or thereabouts."
"Marr don't know that coast."
"The second engineer does. 'E was with the De Long expedition. Says it's a bloomin' fine shore all the woiy to the mouth of the Lena."
"Fine is right!" said Stirling with a smile, sitting down on his bunk and crossing his legs. "It's barren and death-haunted. One thing——"
Whitehouse paused with the key in his hand.
"There are revolutionists at that point," said Stirling. "Marr should be careful where he puts in."
"They won't bother us."
"I'm not so sure. They would cheat a cheater any time."