There came a tap of a thrown object upon the canvas boat-cover. He waited and heard a mellow voice reciting:
“Thy towers, they say, gleam fair—
Bombay across the deep, blue sea.�
He lifted the canvas flap and peered out. Saidee Isaacs was leaning over the rail. She glanced upward and bobbed the feathers of her hat.
Fay climbed out of the boat and sprang down to her side.
“Well?� he asked incisively.
“He’s in his cabin, now. The game broke up when the Russian turned over his last kopeck. He had some pearls, but your friend Harry didn’t want them. I never saw such a game of Bridge in my life!�
Fay stared at her lips. A fine smile of retrospection
was upon them. The droop to her eyes was inscrutable. She flushed suddenly and turned from the rail.
“You’ll have to be careful,� she said warningly. “The stewards are looking for someone. They’ve been everywhere. I saw a man standing in front of your door. He’s waiting!�
Fay glanced up at the boat. “What about the smoked-glasses?� he asked.