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Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946

"The Black Box"

"I'm
sorry, but the tide's just on the turn."
They looked at one another a little blankly.
The Professor, however, beamed upon them all.
"I have always understood," he said, "that Port Said is a most interesting
place."


CHAPTER XI
THE SHIP OF HORROR

Quest leaned a little forward and gazed down the line of steamer chairs.
The Professor, in a borrowed overcoat and cap, was reclining at full
length, studying a book on seagulls which he had found in the library.
Laura and Lenora were both dozing tranquilly. Mr. Harris of Scotland Yard
was deep in a volume of detective stories.
"As a pleasure cruise," Quest remarked grimly, "this little excursion
seems to be a complete success."
Laura opened her eyes at once.
"Trying to get my goat again, eh?" she retorted. "I suppose that's what
you're after. Going to tell me, I suppose, that it wasn't Craig I saw
board this steamer?"
"We are all liable to make mistakes," Quest observed, "and I am inclined
to believe that this is one of yours."
Laura's expression was a little dogged.
"If he's too clever for you and Mr. Harris," she said, "I can't help that.
I only know that he came on board. My eyes are the one thing in life I do
believe."
"If you'll excuse my saying so, Miss Laura," Harris ventured, leaning
deferentially towards her, "there isn't a passenger on board this ship, or
a servant, or one of the crew, whom we haven't seen. We've been into every
stateroom, and we've even searched the hold.


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