“You don’t happen to have a gun?� He dipped his face into fresh water, mopped his hair, then reached for a towel.
“I’ve a little one. It’s loaded.�
“Better give it to me. I’m going to get Dutch Gus before this ship reaches land. He can’t get away with what he has done. Part of his gang is aboard. I don’t care. He’s lived entirely too long, for the good of the world, Saidee.�
She caught the new, determined note in his voice. It steadied her. She stooped, turned up the bottom of her skirt and drew out from a secret pocket a tiny silver-plated revolver of superior make.
Glancing at it, she dropped her skirt and thrust it into his reaching hand.
He twirled the barrel, pocketed the revolver and put on his coat, overcoat and cap.
“I was pretty rough,� he said apologetically. “You’ll have to forgive that part. I’m going after Dutch Gus, Saidee.�
“Be careful. Can’t you wait till the ship lands?�
“No! It’ll put into Denmark. Germany has agents there who will come aboard and take Dutch Gus with them. It’s now or never.�
Fay stepped to the door and moved it partly open. He stared out. Turning his head, he said: