John Crane laid the letter down, got out of bed and crossed the stateroom in his bare feet to the door. He opened the door suddenly and looked out; then, closing it again, he faced Kendall.
“If Martin Todd’s in a mess,” he said gruffly, “he’s come to the right man. What does he want me to do?”
“To take care of that package for a little while,” said Kendall, indicating the brown paper parcel on the settee.
“Take care of that package?” repeated Crane. “What is it?”
“I’ll show you,” replied Kendall briefly.
He picked up the package, rapidly untied the heavy string with which it was fastened, removed the wrapping-paper, and laid the contents out on the settee.
“Good Lord A’mighty!” gasped John Crane suddenly.
He stared, blinking, at what was before him on the settee. His jaw was slightl
