He looked at her aghast. "Search his room? Me? Suppose he walked in on us?"
"We could pretend we'd entered by mistake. My cabin is next door."
He shook his head. "I still think it should be reported to the Captain."
"He'd never believe me."
He glanced at her helplessly. "But...."
Jennifer rose. "I'll meet you at the dance tonight. We'll make sure he's there first."
He nodded unhappily. When the girl had left he pushed back his plate, called the waiter. "You can take this away," he said. "I've lost my appetite."
III
In spite of all the preparations by the Stewards Department, the dance was not a success. Everyone drank too much, tried too hard to be gay, but the shadow of the terror hung over the little floating world turning the celebrations tawdry.