He heard the knock at his stateroom, stepped back into the corridor, and passed along a little gangway to the other side of the ship.

He hurried up the stairs and into the smoking-room.

The bugle was sounding now, and hoarse voices were shouting: "Every one for the shore! Last call for the shore!" "Give me a brandy and soda," he begged the steward, who was just opening the bar.
The man glanced at the clock and obeyed.

Philip swallowed half of it at a gulp, then sat down with the tumbler in his hand.

All of a sudden something disappeared from in front of one of the portholes.