She whispered calmly, "Into A20. I saw the door open and close. I even
thought I could see his blurred outline." She added, "Why should
George Prince be sneaking around with you after him? And the purser
acting innocent? And who is this George Prince, anyway?"
The huge Martian, Miko, with his sister Moa came strolling along the
deck. They nodded as they passed us.
I whispered, "I can't explain anything now. But you're right, Venza:
there is something going on. Listen! Whatever you learn--whatever you
encounter which looks unusual--will you tell me? I ... well, I do
trust you. Really I do, but the whole thing isn't mine to tell."
The somber pools of her eyes were shining. "You are very lovable,
Gregg. I won't question you." She was trembling with excitement.
"Whatever it is, I want to be in on it. Here's something I can tell
you now. We've two high class gold leaf gamblers aboard. Do you know
that?"
"Who are they?"
"Shac and Dud Ardley. Every detective in Greater New York knows them.
They had a wonderful game with that Englishman, Sir Arthur, this
morning. Stripped him of half a pound of eight-inch leaves--a neat
little stack. A crooked game, of course. Those fellows are more
nimble-fingered than Rance Rankin ever dared to be!"