As the steward was certain he had fastened the lazarette himself early on Tuesday morning, there was nothing for it but to force the lock.
Even that would not have been necessary had the carpenter slackened his efforts after the first assault.

Iris cried loudly enough that she would open the door, but the noise of the shaft and the flapping of the screw drowned her voice, and she was compelled to stand clear when the stout planking began to yield.
It was dark in there, and Hozier was undeniably startled by the spectacle of a slim figure, wrapped in a long ulster, standing among the cases and packages.

"Now, out you come!" he cried, with a gruffness that was intended only to cover his own amazement; but Iris, despite the horrors of sea-sickness and confinement in the dark, was not minded to suffer what she considered to be impertinence on the part of a second officer.
"I am Miss Yorke," she said, coming forward into the half light of the lower deck.

"Any explanation of my presence here will be given to the captain, and to no other person." That innocent word "person" is capable of many meanings.

Hozier felt that its application to himself was distinctly unfavorable.