"You lie flat down on your back, and I think you'll find yourself all right." "That brandy," Mr.Coulson muttered, "was infernally--- strong." His companion smiled and went out.

In a quarter of an hour he returned and locked the door.

They were out in the Channel now, and the boat was pitching heavily.

Mr.James B.Coulson, however, knew nothing of it.

He was sleeping like one who wakes only for the Judgment Day.