Then Lister smiled and knocked out his pipe.
When he went on deck again some time afterwards the ship was steering for a gap between two rows of twinkling lights.

They ran on, closing on each other, like electric lamps in a long street, and in front the sky shone with a dull red glow.

It was the glimmer of a great port, they were entering the Mersey, and he went off to get up his luggage.
PART II--THE RECKONING.