"Sleep well, Kenyon," exclaimed Fosterdyke. "You've some arrears to make up."
"Rather, sir," agreed Kenyon. "But we've forgotten something."
"Eh, what?"
"That fellow we found hanging on to the wire rope, we didn't put him on board the destroyer."
"No," agreed Fosterdyke, grimly. "We didn't. I saw to that. Unless I'm much mistaken our unwanted supernumerary can and must give us certain information that will rather astonish us. I'll see him later on, by Jove!"
Kenyon nodded knowingly. Evidently Fosterdyke had learnt something. However, as far as he, Kenyon, was concerned, other things of a more pressing nature demanded his attention--food and sleep.
At eight o'clock Fosterdyke ordered his involuntary guest to be brought before him.
"There's something fishy about the breaking adrift business," he observed to Bramsdean as the two sat at a table in the after-cabin awaiting Enrico's appearance.
"Where's Jackson? We'll want him. No, don't disturb Kenyon; he had a pretty sticky time."
"More than you imagine, sir," added Peter, and proceeded to tell the baronet the part Kenneth had played in the aerial rescue of the imperilled Rock Scorpion.