It seemed to last a month: yet it was only some minutes before I was in Hanover Square, and Clodagh in my arms.

And from that day he and I had hardly exchanged ten words, in spite of our constant companionship in the vessel; and one day, standing alone on a floe, I found myself hissing with clenched fist: 'If he dared suspect Clodagh of poisoning Peters, I could kill him!' Up to 78° of latitude the weather had been superb, but on the night of the 7th Octoberwell I remember itwe experienced a great storm.