Time presses.

Be placable--tomorrow you shall be released." Vickers was about to answer this appeal with an angry refusal to be either placable or tractable, but he suddenly stopped the words which rose to his tongue.

There was something in all this--some mystery, some queer game, and it might be worth while to find it out.
"Where are you taking this yacht ?" he demanded brusquely.

"Come, now!" "I am under--orders," said Andrius, with another smile.
"Whose orders ?" persisted Vickers.

"Look here--it's no use trying to burke facts.