"In all the chambers. Funny you should want it."

"Take it back, then."

But Henry did not answer, and they parted. Each sought his own
bedroom, and while Lennox retired at once and might have been
expected to pass a night more mentally peaceful than the other,
in reality it was not so.

The younger slept ill, while May suffered no emotion but annoyance.
He was contemptuous of Henry. It seemed to him that he had taken
a rather mean and unsporting line, nor did he believe for a moment
that he was honest. Lennox had a modern mind; he had been through
the furnace of war; he had received a first-class education. It
seemed impossible to imagine that he spoke the truth, or that his
sudden suspicion of real perils, beyond human power to combat,
could be anything but a spiteful attempt to put May off, after he
himself had lost the toss. Yet that seemed unlike a gentleman.
Then the allusion to Mary perturbed the sailor. He could not
quarrel with the words, but he resented the advice, seeing what it
was based upon.

His anger lessened swiftly, however, and before he started his
adventure he had dismissed Henry from his mind. He put on pyjamas
and a dressing-gown, took a candle, a railway-rug, his watch, and
the loaded revolver.

Then he walked quietly down the corridor to the Grey Room. On
reaching it his usual good temper returned, and he found himself
entirely happy and contented. He unlocked the forbidden entrance,