The steward returned the look and paled, then—
Crash! The glass dropped from the man's fingers, breaking to fragments on the cabin floor.
With a softly-muttered word, the luckless steward bent, picked up the pieces of glass and beat a hasty retreat, followed by a heavy frown from the chief steward.
Then, all of a sudden, it flashed through the boy's mind where he had seen this man before.
Leaning toward Jacob Farnum, the submarine boy whispered:
"You've been trying hard to find Grace Desmond's fugitive guardian."
"I don't know what I wouldn't give to come up with that rascal!" muttered the boatbuilder fervently, his eyes blazing.
"Then I guess you're going to have your wish," continued Jack Benson.
"The man who dropped the glass is—Arthur Miller."
Uttering an eager cry, his fists clenched, Jacob Farnum started up from his chair.