Sited? Where had the passengers been taken on? None since Alexandria?
Humph! Alexandria was considered an infected port at present. Any one
ill on board? No? Where, then, were the remaining members of the party?
In their cabins? The doctor must ask, as a mere matter of form, to see
them. Roger Broom's lips were suddenly compressed. So this was the game.
He saw it all now. The doctor was in the plot. He meant to detain the
yacht in quarantine. If he succeeded in doing this, Maxime Dalahaide was
lost. Everything else they had thought of, but not this. "May I speak
with you alone, Miss Beverly?" Loria had begun to plead, the instant he
had set foot on deck. "Believe me, it is partly for your own sake,
partly for the sake of others whose welfare is dear to you, that I ask
it." It was the thing for which Virginia had been wishing. "Come down
with me into the saloon," she said. "Could we not speak here, at a
little distance from the others?"