He thrust himself silently through a crowd of excited and questioning people, but he did not hear their questions and scarcely sensed the presence of their voices.

His desire to make great haste had left him, and he walked calmly and deliberately to the cabin where Mary Standish would be if the woman was mistaken, and it was not she who had leaped into the sea.

He knocked at the door only once.

Then he opened it.

There was no cry of fear or protest from within, and he knew the room was empty before he turned on the electric light.