"Look!" He held out a card.

Quest read it aloud:-- "There is not one amongst you with the wit of a Mongar child.
Good-bye!" "THE HANDS!" "Where did you get it ?" Quest demanded.
"That's the point--the whole point!" the Professor exclaimed excitedly.
"He's done us! He's landed! That paper was pushed into my hand by a tall Arab, who mumbled something and hurried off across the docks.

On the landing-stage, mind!" The Captain came and put his head out of the door.
"Mr.Quest," he said, "can you spare me a moment?
You can all come, if you like." They moved up towards him.

The Captain closed the door of his cabin.

He pointed to a carpet-sweeper which lay against the wall.
"Look at that," he invited.
They lifted the top.