“Who is it?” asked Mrs. Everingham.
“Prince Kāra.”
“By what right do you annoy us with your presence aboard this boat?” she continued.
“That I will explain when you permit me to see you,” he answered.
For a few moments there was silence.
“Your breakfast is here, and the servant is waiting for you to open the door,” continued Kāra.
Somewhat to his surprise the bar was removed, and Aneth threw the door wide open.
“One moment, please!” cried Mrs. Everingham, and as Kāra was about to enter he saw the lady standing in the middle of the cabin with her revolver pointed toward him.
“I was so startled last night that I missed you,” she said, calmly; “but I am almost certain I can shoot straight this morning.”
Kāra shrank back a little.