Mrs. Travers heard his footsteps pass along the side of the deckhouse.
Ever since she had secluded herself in the deckhouse in great distress.
Then he took up the binoculars from the roof of the deckhouse.
On the after deck between the Cage and the deckhouse Lingard waited, lantern in hand.
This was as far as he would go, for he knew very well that she was not in the deckhouse.