"I am obliged to you," he said. "That, of course, is your claim. But--the other one, eh? It seems to me there might be something to be said for that, you know? So, all I can do is to renew my assurance of polite attention, offer you our best accommodation--which is luxurious--and promise to land you--somewhere--tomorrow. Miss Greyle, we have two women servants on board--I shall send them to you at once and they will attend to you--please consider them your own. You, gentlemen, will perhaps join me in my quarters?--I have two spare cabins close to my own which are at your service." Copplestone and Vickers looked at each other and at Audrey--undecided and vaguely suspicious. But Audrey was evidently neither alarmed nor uneasy--she nodded a ready assent to the Captain's proposal. "Thank you, Captain Andrius," she said coolly. "I know the two women. You may send one of them. Do what he suggests," she murmured, turning to Copplestone, who had moved close to her, "I'm not one scrap afraid of anything--and it's only until tomorrow. He'll land us--I'm sure of it." There was nothing for it, then, but to follow Andrius to his own comfortable quarters. There, utterly ignoring the strange circumstances under which they met, he played the part of host with genuine desire to make his guests feel at ease, and when he showed them to their berths, a little later, he emphasized his assurance of their absolute safety and liberty. "You see, gentlemen, your movements are untrammelled," he said. "You can go in and out of your quarters as you like. You can go where you like on the yacht tomorrow morning. There is no restriction on you. Sleep well--and tomorrow you are all free again, eh?" Copplestone got a word or two with Vickers--alone. "What do you think?" he muttered. "Shall you sleep?" "My impression--for I know what you're thinking about," said Vickers, "is that Miss Greyle's as safe as if she were in her mother's house! She's no fear, herself, anyway. There's some mystery, somewhere, and I can't make this Andrius man out at all, but I believe all's right as regards personal safety. There's Miss Greyle's cabin, anyhow, right opposite ours--and I can keep an eye and an ear open even when I'm asleep!" But in spite of these assurances, Copplestone slept little. He was up, dressed, and on deck by sunrise, staring around him in a fresh autumn morning to get some notion of the yacht's whereabouts, and he had just managed to make out a mere filmy line of land far to the westward when Audrey appeared at his elbow. There was no one of any importance near them and Copplestone impulsively seized her hands. "I've scarcely slept!" he blurted out, gazing intently at her. "Couldn't! Blaming myself for letting you get into this confounded mess! You're all right?" Audrey responded a little to the pressure of his hands before she disengaged her own.