“But are you not afraid?”
“Afraid? No. I laugh at them. Why not?
“And besides. Look!” Her slender finger touched a secret button. A cabinet door flew open, revealing two revolvers. Their long blue barrels shone wickedly in the light.
“But you couldn’t fire them.”
“Oh, couldn’t I? Come over some day just before dark, when the waves are making a lot of noise. I’ll show you.
“You see,” she explained, “I must be careful. If the police heard, they’d come and take them from me.
“But on board ship!” Her eyes danced. “I could out-shoot them all. You know how long a freighter is?”
“Yes.”
“We used that for a shooting range. I could out-shoot all the men. It was grand! If we missed the target, the bullet went plump into the sea! And that was all.
“No,” she said thoughtfully as she dropped into a chair, “I’m not afraid. There was one man, though, who had me almost scared. His face was so dark! He had such ugly eyes!”