Hillyard rolled himself up in a rug in the bows of the boat.

He looked up to the stars tramping the sky above his head.
"And gentlemen in England now a-bed." Drowsily he muttered the immemorial line, and turning on his side slept as only the tired men who know they have done their work can sleep.

He was roused in broad daylight.

The felucca was lying motionless upon the water; no land was anywhere in sight; but above the felucca towered the tall side of the steam yacht _Dragonfly_.
Fairbairn was waiting at the head of the ladder.

The cases were carried into the saloon and opened.