Elfride looked stealthily to the other end of the vessel. Mrs.
Jethway, or her double, was sitting at the stern--her eye steadily
regarding Elfride.
'Let us go to the forepart,' she said quickly to Knight. 'See
there--the man is fixing the lights for the night.'
Knight assented, and after watching the operation of fixing the
red and the green lights on the port and starboard bows, and the
hoisting of the white light to the masthead, he walked up and down
with her till the increase of wind rendered promenading difficult.
Elfride's eyes were occasionally to be found furtively gazing
abaft, to learn if her enemy were really there. Nobody was
visible now.
'Shall we go below?' said Knight, seeing that the deck was nearly
deserted.
'No,' she said. 'If you will kindly get me a rug from Mrs.
Swancourt, I should like, if you don't mind, to stay here.' She
had recently fancied the assumed Mrs. Jethway might be a first-
class passenger, and dreaded meeting her by accident.
Knight appeared with the rug, and they sat down behind a weather-
cloth on the windward side, just as the two red eyes of the
Needles glared upon them from the gloom, their pointed summits
rising like shadowy phantom figures against the sky. It became
necessary to go below to an eight-o'clock meal of nondescript
kind, and Elfride was immensely relieved at finding no sign of
Mrs. Jethway there. They again ascended, and remained above till
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