“Mr. Pitt,” called a voice softly, “is that you?”
I swung around. I was near a cabin porthole and by its light I made out Miss Baldwin coming toward me.
“I’m glad,” she said. “Don’t stop, please; let us walk.
“I came out,” she continued, as we fell into step, “because I didn’t like to be alone.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. I seemed lonesome. It was nice to come out here and find you.”
I made no response, and our walk was silent for a long time.
“I wanted to speak to you about something,” she said at last, “about Captain Brack.”
“Yes?”
She hesitated.