Davidson stayed on, and even joined the table d'hote dinner, without gleaning any more information.
He was resigned.
"I suppose," he wheezed placidly, "I am bound to see her some day." He meant to take the Samburan channel every trip, as before of course.
"Yes," I said.

"No doubt you will.

Some day Heyst will be signalling to you again; and I wonder what it will be for." Davidson made no reply.

He had his own ideas about that, and his silence concealed a good deal of thought.

We spoke no more of Heyst's girl.
Before we separated, he gave me a piece of unrelated observation.
"It's funny," he said, "but I fancy there's some gambling going on in the evening at Schomberg's place, on the quiet.