First, to quiet her; next, to make the money safe; lastly, to get rid of her." But friendly devils aided him with adroit whispers.

His brow was unruffled as he bade his carousing chum, the steward, adieu at midnight.

The good ship dashed merrily on breasting the Atlantic waves.
It was long after eight bells the next morning when Irma Gluyas slowly opened her eyes and wonderingly gazed at her tyrant master watching her with steadfast eyes.

Neither spoke until the pale-faced woman realized the onward motion of the sturdy old liner, and her deep-set eyes had wandered over the nautical surroundings.

Then she buried her face in her hands and a flood of stormy sorrow shook her frame.
The acute-minded Fritz Braun knew that he had her at his mercy, for the regulated doses of the narcotic had brought about a profound reaction.