Then she told him of the mistake she had made, and together they scanned their fellow-passengers in search of the man who occupied the stateroom adjoining hers on the left.

He did not appear for luncheon or dinner, and Hugh cheerfully accused her of murdering him.
The next morning, however, he was seated at the table, directly across from Hugh, a trifle pale and far from hungry.

He was making a brave effort to conquer the sickness which had seized him.

She nudged Hugh and nodded toward the quiet, subdued eater.

He looked across and then gave her a questioning glance.