I'm off on deck." The Captain rose promptly.
"I'll escort you, if I may," he suggested.
Harris, too, rose from his place, after a final and regretful glance at the menu, and joined the others.

The Captain, however, drew Laura's arm through his as they reached the stairs, and Harris, with a little shrug of the shoulders, made his way to Quest's stateroom.

The Doctor, the Professor, Quest and Lenora were all gathered around two little tubes, which the criminologist was examining with an electric torch.
"No reaction at all," the latter muttered.

"This isn't an ordinary poison, any way." The Professor, who had been standing on one side, suddenly gave vent to a soft exclamation.
"Wait!" he whispered.

"Wait! I have an idea." He hurried off to his stateroom.