Every night I have gone to bed terrified." He smiled grimly.
"Things have been quiet enough the last few days," he said.

"There's Harris on this barge.

Look at Laura waving to him!" The Scotland Yard man only glanced up at them.

He was occupied in leaning over towards Laura, who was on the deck below.
"If you said the word," he called out, "I wouldn't be going back, Miss Laura.

I'd stick to the ship fast enough." She laughed at him gaily.
"Not you! You're longing for your smoky old London already.