“What?”
“Oh, there ain’t much to say. This is the lady we brought aboard last night—that’s all.”
“Who gave you permission?”
“Nobody. There wasn’t time.”
“There wasn’t time, eh? Which one of you conceived the novel scheme of stowing away ladies in your cabin? Whose is she? Quick! Answer me.” Indignation was vibrant in his voice.
“Oh!” the girl cried—her eyes widening darkly. She stood slim and pale and slightly trembling.
His words had cut her bitterly, though through it all he had scrupulously avoided addressing her.
The captain turned to Glenister, who had entered and closed the door.
“Is this your work? Is she yours?”
“No,” he answered quietly, while Dextry chimed in: