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For perhaps the first time in his life, Lockwood Mostyn knew what fear was. The suddenness of the assault, the hissing in his ear--everything pointed to a more than usually powerful relentless enemy. And this man was unknown to Mostyn, so he imagined, even by name.
As far as he knew, there was nobody on deck besides his guests and the crew. As to Brown and his faithful henchman, Bob, they were both beyond the reach of mundane affairs at present, and Raymond Stennard was quite unfit for a surprise like that. For some little time Mostyn stared at the lifeboat--a lifeboat no longer--in a dull, dazed silence. The application of a powerful hand and a few slashes of a strong knife, and all carefully laid plans had gone to the winds.