The cabin was unoccupied, the table swung up against the beams of the upper deck, the heavy chairs moved back leaving a wide open space.

The furnishings were rich, in excellent taste, the carpet a soft, green Wilton; the hanging lamp quite ornate, while a magnificent upright piano was firmly anchored against the butt of the aftermast.

It was a yacht-like interior, even to the sheet music on the rack, and a gray striped cat dozing on one of the softly cushioned chairs.

Gazing about, I could scarcely realize this was an abode of criminals, or that I was there a captive.

It was the sudden grip of my guard which brought the truth relentlessly home.
"This is no movin' picture show," he muttered.