He rapped sharply on the panel, pausing an instant for a response.

None came, and he knocked again more roughly.
"Miss Coolidge: you are there, are you not ?" "Yes; who is that ?" almost a cry of delight in the voice.

"You--you have a voice I know." "I am Matthew West; but do not ask questions now.

The yacht is going down, and I must break this door in to release you.

Stand back while I smash the boards.