The room was pitch dark, and I felt a hand suddenly clapped over my mouth.

Then a strong smell of whisky and tobacco saluted my nostrils, and a whisper stole into my ear-- "William, we have got to the end of our journey." "Mr.Dark," I stammered out, "is that you?
What, in Heaven's name, do you mean ?" "The yacht put in here," was the answer, still in a whisper, "and your blackguard of a master came ashore--" "Oh, Mr.Dark," I broke in, "don't tell me that the letter is true!" "Every word of it," says he.

"He was married here, and was off again to the Mediterranean with Number Two a good three weeks before we left your mistress's house.

Hush! don't say a word, Go to sleep again, or strike a light, if you like it better.

Do anything but come downstairs with me.