She drew from her dress a letter.

"It is here.

Please read it all.

He wrote that to me when Hector died." The superscription to the letter was--H.B.M.S.

Porcupine.
I might have told her then that the 'Porcupine' was in the harbour at Aden, but I felt that things would work out to due ends without my help--which, indeed, they began to do immediately.