Those words have an ominous ring in the ears of evil-doers.

He could show a bold front to his fellowmen, but he squirmed under the dread conception of a supernatural vengeance.
So, like every other malefactor, David railed against his "luck." Little did he guess the extraordinary turn that his "luck" was about to take.
The office boy announced a visitor, evidently not the terrible Bulmer, since he said: "Gennelman to see yer, sir." "Oo is it ?" growled the shipowner.
"Gennelman from the noospaper, sir." "Can't be bothered." "'E sez hit's most himportant, sir." "Wot is ?" "I dunno, sir." "Well, show 'im in.

I'll soon settle 'im." A quiet-mannered young man appeared.

He ignored David's sharp, "Now, wot can I do for you ?" and drew up a chair, on which he seated himself, uninvited.
"May I ask if you have received any private news of the _Andromeda_ ?" he began.
"No." "In that case, you must prepare yourself for a statement that may give you a shock," said the journalist.
David creaked round in his chair.

His face, not so red as of yore, paled distinctly.
"Is she lost ?" said he in a strangely subdued tone.
"I--I fear she is.