"I am brimful of common sense at the present moment," he declared earnestly. "You and I could do great things together, if only I could get you to look at one certain matter from my point of view; to see it as I see it." "A political matter?" she inquired naively. "I want to try and persuade you," he confessed, "that America has everything in the world to gain from Germany's success, and everything to lose if the Allies should triumph in this war and Great Britain should continue her tyranny of the seas." "It's an extraordinarily interesting subject," Pamela admitted. "It is almost as absorbing," he declared, "as the other matter which just now lies even nearer to my heart." She withdrew her fingers from his sudden clutch. "Mr. Fischer," she told him, "what I said just now was quite final. I will not be made love to on a steamer." "When we land," he continued eagerly, "you will be coming to see your brother, won't you?" She nodded. "Of course! I am coming to the Plaza Hotel. That, I suppose, is good news for you, Mr. Fischer." "Of course it is," he answered, "but why do you say so?" "It will give you so many opportunities," she murmured. "Of seeing you?" She shook her head. "Of searching my belongings." There was a moment's silence. She heard his quick breath through the darkness. His voice assumed its harsher tone. "You believe that it was I who searched your stateroom?" "I am sure that it was you, or some one acting for you." "What is it, then, of which I am in search?" he demanded. "Captain Graham's formula," she replied. "I think you want that a good deal more than you want me." "You have it then?" he asked fiercely. She sighed. "You jump so to conclusions. I didn't say so." "You went up the stairs ... you were the only person who went up just at that one psychological moment! He had his pocketbook with him when he came in--he told Holderness so." "And when you searched him it was gone," she remarked calmly. "Dear me!" "How do you know that I searched him?" Fischer demanded. "How dare you ask me to give away my secrets?" she replied. "Listen," he began, striving with an almost painful effort to keep his voice down to the level of a whisper, "you and I together, we could do the most marvellous things. I could let you into all my schemes. They are great. They will be successful. After the war is over--" He held his breath for a moment. The tramp of approaching footsteps warned him of the coming of an intruder. The Captain came to a standstill before their chairs and saluted. "Miss Van Teyl," he said, "there will be a mutiny in the saloon if you don't come down and sing." She almost sprang to her feet. The ship was rolling a little, and she laid her fingers upon his arm. "I meant to come long ago," she declared, "but Mr. Fischer has been so interesting. You will finish telling me your experiences another time, won't you?" she called out over her shoulder. "There is so much that I still want to hear."