There was no sign of drowsiness in her wide-open eyes as they stared at the door between the two rooms.

McKay could see her hand clasping Porter's arm.

Porter was talking, with his face so close to her bent head that his lips touched her hair, and though Jolly Roger could understand no word that was spoken he knew Porter was whispering the exciting secret of his identity to Josephine Tavish.

He could see, for a moment, a shadow of protest in her face, he could hear the quick, sibilant whisper of her voice, and Porter cautioned her with a finger at her lips, and made a gesture toward the sleeping Tavish.

Then his fingers closed about her uncoiled hair as he drew her to him.