CHAPTER XXVI
“THAT WOMAN!”
Sir Roland, whose appearance the cap pulled over his eyes had partly disguised, made a motion with his hand, enjoining silence. Then, linking Dulcie’s arm in his, he walked slowly towards the saloon entrance. I walked beside them, but for the moment nobody spoke.
We presently found ourselves in a small, deserted room, apparently a card room. Here, after carefully shutting the door, Sir Roland seated himself. Then he indicated the seats that he wished us each to occupy, for he was rather deaf.
“It is unwise,” he said, as he offered me a cigar, “ever to converse privately on the deck of a steamer. Though I have travelled little by sea, I know that on board ship, especially on a small boat like this, voices carry in an extraordinary manner. Standing down wind of
