oat as he spoke, "who was that woman?"
"The woman standing by the door."
"I saw no woman. There was none there."
"But there was, I tell you. I saw her plainly."
"You were wool-gathering, old man. I was sitting near the door and saw no one."
Dick was puzzled. He was certain as to what he had seen.
The smoke-room steward appeared at that moment, to whom he propounded the same question.
"There was no lady, sir."
"But--are you sure?"
"Certainly, sir. I've been here all the evening, and saw everyone who came in."
Dick made his way to his berth like a man in a dream. He was puzzled, bewildered.
He had barely reached his room when he heard a knock at the door.
"Yes; what is it?"
"You are Mr. Faversham, aren't you?"
"Yes; what do you want?"
"Wireless for y