The result was magical.

The bouillon turned to a strange shade of grey and began slowly to thicken.
"It is the Mongar poison!" the Professor cried, with breaking voice.
They all looked at one another.
"Craig must be here amongst us," Quest muttered.
"And the bouillon," Lenora cried, clasping Quest's arm, "the bouillon was meant for you!"...
There seemed to be, somehow, amongst all of them, a curious indisposition to discuss this matter.

Suddenly Lenora, who was sitting on the lounge underneath the porthole, put out her hand and picked up a card which was lying by her side.

She glanced at it, at first curiously.

Then she shrieked.
"A message!" she cried.