For some time they stood alone and silent beneath the awning which covered the promenade, the sleety rain pattering dismally over their heads.

But few of the passengers were above deck.

Several officers were chatting at the end of the deck-house.
"We have not breakfasted yet, Grace, and I'm as hungry as a bear.

Isn't it a relief, dear, not to feel the necessity any longer of keeping a sharp lookout for detectives?
Those days on the Atlantic, every other man I met I thought was a sleuth-hound bent on capturing the million-dollar reward that has been offered for our capture by Chicago society." They went below and found the dining saloon almost deserted.

Two or three late risers were drinking a last cup of coffee.