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HALF AN HOUR TOO LATE.
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"I'll wager he hasn't had any such adventures as we have had," laughed Oliver. "Where are you going, Mark?"
"Down below for a handkerchief, that's all," I answered. "I'll be back in a few minutes." I arose from the easy-chair in which I had been sitting and made my way through the crowd to the lower deck and then to our stateroom. As I came up I saw that the door stood ajar, although when we had left it we had closed it tightly. Wondering if a porter had entered during our absence I went inside.
A cry of astonishment burst from my lips and not without reason, for every one of our satchels was burst or cut open, and our articles of wearing apparel flung in all directions.
