His haunted glance fell on the satchel at their feet. "As for that," he said, "I've had enough of it, and I'll take no further chances. Where are our passports?"
"Locked in with the other papers. I was all ready to throw them out of the port when you knocked."
"Unlock the bag now. I'll get rid of the whole business," he said bluntly.
"Kervyn—I can't do that."
"What?" he exclaimed.
"I can't destroy those papers if there is a chance of getting through with them. I gave my promise, you know."
The dull surprise in his eyes changed gradually to impatience.
"If another ship stops us, they'll have to go overboard, anyway."
"We may not be stopped again. If we are, we have time."
"Karen."