A NEW CONSPIRACY The interior of the cabin appeared more desolate than ever in the gray light of dawn.

The swinging light yet burned, but was now useless, all the dismal horrors of the place revealed by the slowly increasing gleam of day stealing down from above.

Gunsaules had not appeared, and LeVere's stateroom door remained ajar, giving glimpse of the disarranged bunk within.

The other doors were tightly closed.

LeVere rather held back, not noticeably so, perhaps, yet enough to give me the lead, and, with one swift glance about, I led the way directly to Estada's stateroom.
Something sinister had occurred during the dark hours of the night.