“Wake up, my Lord!”
The Marquis opened his eyes.
His valet was standing just inside the door.
He knew without looking at the clock that it was earlier than the time he had ordered Bowles to call him.
“What is it?” he asked.
The valet came nearer to the bed.
“A member of the River Police, my Lord, has told the Captain we’re not to pass Cologne, but dock in the Harbour!”
The Marquis sat up in bed.
“For what reason?” he asked sharply.
“I understands my Lord, the Chief of Police wants The Sea Horse searched for a missin’ person.”
The Marquis drew in his breath.
Then he said,
“Tell the Policeman who is aboard that I will be delighted to see him as soon as I am dressed. In the meantime order him a good breakfast in the Saloon and then come back to me.”
“Very good, my Lord.”
Bowles
