She could not explain it, because he looked quite ordinary. In fact he was rather a plain man and not very tall.
When it was time for luncheon, the others joined her in the Saloon.
She was at the same time very aware of the Steward bringing in the food and serving it with the help of the other Stewards.
She waited until she was alone with her uncle on deck.
Then, as they bent over the railings, she moved just a little closer to him.
“I may be wrong, Uncle Harold,” she said, “but I think there is something strange about the Steward they call ‘William’.”
“The Steward?” Lord Langford questioned her in surprise. “Have you had any contact with him?”
“He asked me before luncheontime if there was anything I wanted,” Yolisa answered. “I noticed he spoke remarkably good English, unlike th
