“Didn’t you lock your door when you left your stateroom?” he asked.
“Yes,” replied Guy.
“Then how did he get in?”
“That’s what puzzles me. He must ’ave unlocked the door; but how did he do it? Do you think he bribed the steward who takes care of the room?”
“It isn’t likely,” said Gunseyt thoughtfully. “And I don’t see how he could have picked the lock. The locks on these stateroom doors are no common ones. Have you any idea who the fellow was?”
In telling his story, Guy had omitted all reference to Watson. He could not take oath as to the identity of the intruder, although morally certain of his recognition, and he did not wish to do the man an injustice by erroneously advertising him. He had told the second mate his suspicion, but that was to aid the ship’s officers in protecting the other passengers from similar, and perhaps more serious, visits. However, he decided that, because of the seemingly well-founded warning received from Mr. Gunseyt, the latter was entitled to all the information he could give.
“I believe he’s the man you warned me about the other day,” replied Guy.
Gunseyt looked more interested.
“Who?—Lantry?” he asked.
“Yes.”