“Gregg, dear.”
“Anita, you!”
The form of Coniston showed at our window. She cast me off. She said, with her throaty swagger of assumed masculinity:
“I have him, Sir Arthur. He will obey us.”
I sensed her warning glance. She shoved me toward the window. She said ironically, “Have no fear, Haljan. You will not be tortured, you and Dean, if you obey our commands.”
Coniston gripped me. “You fool! You caused us a lot of trouble, didn’t you? Move along there!”
He jerked me roughly through the window. Marched me the length of the deck. Out to the stern-space; opened the door of my cubby; flung me in and sealed the door upon me.
“Miko will come presently.”
I stood in the darkness of my tiny room, listening to his retreating footsteps. But my mind was not on him....
All the Universe in that instant had changed for me. Anita was alive!