“This voyage! Gregg, I’m getting like you––too fanciful. We’ve a normal 324 group of passengers, apparently; but I don’t like the look of any of them. That Ob Hahn, at your table––”
“Snaky-looking fellow,” I commented. “He and the Englishman are great on arguments. Did you have Prince’s cabin searched?”
My breath hung on his answer.
“Yes. Nothing unusual among his things. We searched both his room and his sister’s.”
I did not follow that up. Instead I told him about the burn on Miko’s thick gray arm.
He stared. “I wish to the Almighty we were at Ferrok-Shahn. Gregg, to-night when the passengers are asleep, come here to me. Snap will be here, and Dr. Frank. We can trust him.”
“He knows about––about the Grantline treasure?”
“Yes. And so do Balch and Blackstone.”
Balch and Blackstone were our first and second officers.