in a second I found myself alone. I put on my overcoat, and my mackintosh over that, and seizing Rosa’s jewel-box, I followed the crowd.

As I emerged on deck a Bengal light flared red and dazzling on the bridge, and I saw some sailors trying to lower a boat from its davits. Then I knew that the man who had cried “We’re sinking!” even if he was not speaking the exact truth, had at any rate some grounds for his assertion.

A rather pretty girl, pale with agitation, seized me by the buttonhole.

“Where are we going?” she questioned earnestly.

“Don’t know, madam,” I replied; and then a young man dragged her off by the arm.

“Come this way, Lottie,”