name of the passengers outside, but Harry Drake's name was not to be seen. This time the absence of his name astonished me, for I thought I had been all over the Floating City, and I was not aware of any part more secluded than this.
I inquired of a steward, who told me there were yet a hundred cabins behind the dining saloons.
"How do you get to them?" I asked.
"By a staircase at the end of the upper deck."
"Thank you, and can you tell me which cabin Mr. Harry Drake occupies?"
"I do not know, sir," replied the steward.
Again I went on deck, and following the steward's direction at last came to the door at the top of the stairs. This staircase did not lead to any large saloons, but simply to a dimly-lighted landing, round which was arranged a double row of cabins. Harry Drake could hardly have found a more favourable place in which to hide Ellen.
The greater part of the cabins were unoccupied. I went along the landing, a few names were written on the doors, but only two or three at the most. Harry Drake's name was not among them, and as I had made a very minute inspection of this compartment, I was very much disappointed at my ill success. I was going away when suddenly a vague, almost inaudible murmur caught my ear, it proceeded from the left side of the passage. I went
