“Are we going to sink?”

“Don’t know. Can tell you more in half an hour. I’ve got two life-belts hidden under a seat. They’re rather a nuisance to carry about. You’re shivering, Lottie. We must take some more exercise. See you later, sir.”

And the two went off again. The girl had not looked at me, nor I at her. She did not seem to be interested in our conversation. As for her companion, he restored my pride in my race.

I began to whistle. Suddenly the whistle died on my lips. Standing exactly opposite to me, on the starboard side, was the mysterious being whom I had last seen in the railway carriage at Sittingbourne. He was, as usual, imperturbable, sardonic, terrifying. His face, which chanced to be lighted