It was Jean Le Marchant.
There was no sign of disorder in the room.

In the next bunk another man lay apparently asleep.
"Where is Carette ?" I asked hastily, but not without hope, from the lack of signs of disturbance.
"Where is she ?" he asked feebly, with a touch of impatience.
"Is she not here ?" "She went out.

I thought I heard a shot.

Where is she ?" "I will go and see," and I ran out again, still not unhopeful.

It might be that Krok had seen Torode's ship and his fears for Carette had magnified matters.
I searched quickly all round the house.