One of the motor-boats had already been sent back in search of the crew which the Tiger had allowed to go, and Algy and the three prisoners were taken down into the other boat, and the armed men who had swarmed all over the ship returned to their own little craft. Carn was the last to go. “Good-bye, Saint, and a good voyage,” he said. “May you fill many prisons in the course of a prosperous career,” returned the Saint piously. It has already been recorded that Orace was in the habit of calling his master every morning with a cup of tea, and commenting on the beauty of the weather. On a certain morning Orace came up a companion with a cup of tea in each hand. He paused outside a door, and put the cups down so that he could knock. But he did not knock. Instead, he scratched his chin and argued within himself long and earnestly. Then he picked up the cups again and went back to the galley and drank them himself. Only one thing could upset Orace’s ingrained sense of discipline, and that was his ingrained sense of the proprieties. The End Transcriber’s Note This book was first published by Ward, Lock & Co. in 1928. This transcription follows the text of a 1952 reprint by the same publisher. However, where said text contained misspellings, grammatical mistakes, or unambiguously erroneous phrasing (e.g. “in the coarse of his duty”), the 1980 reprint by Charter Books was consulted, and the corrected text was substituted. Any other seeming inconsistencies have been preserved. (In particular, the inconsistent use of spelling and apostrophizing in Orace’s dialogue have been left unaltered.)