"The port of Leghorn was our first place of call, and for some
reason we ran purposely upon a sandbank and were towed off by
Italian torpedo-boats. Next evening you came on board and dined,
Muriel and myself having strict orders not to show ourselves. We,
however, watched you, and I saw you pick up my photograph which I
had that day torn up. Then immediately after you had left,
Woodroffe, Chater and Mackintosh went ashore and were away a couple
of hours in the middle of the night. Just before they returned the
Baron rapped at the door of my cabin saying that he must go ashore,
and telling me to dress and accompany him. He would never allow me
the luxury of a maid, fearing, I suppose, that she might learn too
much. In obedience I rose and dressed, and when I went forth he
told m
