"Well, you were right about it," the scientist said. "The only thing is, I would have liked to know more about them."
"I know enough about them to last me a life-time," Craig said bitterly. "Oh, hello." The last was spoken to the girl who had emerged from below and had come to the rail.
"Good evening," she answered. She said nothing more but stood at the rail and stared into the gathering dusk. Craig was silent too.
"I should have liked to know how they worked those silent plane motors," Michaelson said.
"Huh? What did you say?" Craig asked.
"You weren't listening," the scientist accused. He adjusted his glasses and looked along the rail to where Margy Sharp was standing. "Ah. I see," he said.
"You see what?" Craig challenged, grinning.
"I see that my presence not only is no longer necessary but is not wanted." The scientist smiled and walked away.
Dusk came down. Craig was never quite sure how it happened but somehow he and the girl found themselves closer together. "Margy," he said, "about the water, in the life-boat—"