Laura, however, sent plate after plate away.

The Captain watched her anxiously.
"I can't help it," she explained.

"I don't know whether you've had any talk with Mr.Quest, but we've been through some queer times lately.

I guess this death business is getting on my nerves." The Captain was startled.
"You don't for a moment connect Mrs.Foston Rowe's death with the criminal you are in search of ?" he exclaimed.
Laura sat quite still for a moment.
"The bouillon was offered first to Mr.Quest," she murmured.
The Captain called his steward.
"Where did you get the bouillon you served--that last cup especially ?" he asked.
"From the pantry just as usual, sir," the man answered.

"It was all served out from the same cauldron." "Any chance of any one getting at it ?" "Quite impossible, sir!" Laura rose to her feet.
"Sorry," she apologized, "I can't eat anything.