CHAPTER THREEAfterwards Elvina could never remember in detail what had happened during the rest of that day and most of the night.
She could only recall being flung across the cabin so often that in the end she remained on the floor and even had difficulty in preventing herself from being rolled like a barrel to and fro with the movement of the yacht.
Outside there were hoarse shouts, the sudden shriek of a man in pain, the cracking and creaking of the ship’s timbers which sounded at times as if the yacht itself was breaking in half.
Once Lord Wye came into the cabin to fetch a sling for a man who had broken his arm.
He snatched the first thing he saw, some small flags that had fallen from the drawer and which were lying all over the floor with a miscellaneous collection of other objec
