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"It's a bad business. My brother-in-law knows nothing of women," he
cried with an air of profound, experienced wisdom.
What he imagined he knew of women himself I can't tell. I did not know
anything of the opportunities he might have had. But this is a subject
which, if approached with undue solemnity, is apt to elude one's grasp
entirely. No doubt Fyne knew something of a woman who was Captain
Anthony's sister. But that, admittedly, had been a very solemn study. I
smiled at him gently, and as if encouraged or provoked, he completed his
thought rather explosively.
"And that girl understands nothing . . . It's sheer lunacy."
"I don't know," I said, "whether the circumstances of isolation at sea
would be any alleviation to the danger. But it's certain that they shall
have the opportunity to learn everything about each other in a lonely
_tete-a-tete_."
"But dash it all," he cried in hollow accents which at the same time had
the tone of bitter irony--I had never before heard a sound so quaintly
ugly and almost horrible--"You forget Mr. Smith."
"What Mr.


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