Through the open porthole were visible, every few moments, as the yacht rose and sank on the swell, the long line of lights which fringed the shore between Monte Carlo and Mentone; the mountains beyond, with tiny lights flickering like spangles in a black mantle of darkness; and further round still, the stream of light from the Casino, reflected far and wide upon the black waters.
"None," Mr.Grex asserted confidently.

"We are at least beyond reach of these bungling English spies.

There is no further fear of eavesdroppers.
We are entirely alone.

Each may speak his own mind.

There is nothing to be feared in the way of interruption.