CHAPTER L.

The Passing of Savini The sleeping cabin in which Valerie Howett spent the greater part of a day that seemed unending showed unmistakable evidence that it had been got ready for her use. An opening had been rough-sawn through, to what Smith described as the washing-place, and which was, in reality, the only bath-room the steamer possessed. The door leading to the alleyway beyond had been screwed up, and here too the dead lights were so tightly clamped over the portholes that, exerting all her strength, she was unab…