"I really can do no more. It
is perfectly clear to me that the man you are seeking is not on my ship.
Your very charming young lady friend seems to think it impossible that she
could have been mistaken, but as a matter of fact she was. If I might take
the liberty, Mr. Quest, I would suggest that you ask her, at any rate, to
keep her suspicions to herself."
"I'll see she doesn't talk," Quest promised. "Very sorry to have given you
all this trouble, I'm sure."
"It's no trouble," the Captain replied, "and apart from the disagreeable
nature of your business, I am delighted to have you on board. If you can
forget your suspicions about this fellow Craig, I shall do my best to make
your trip a pleasant one as far as Port Said, or on to India if you decide
to take the trip with me."
"Very good of you, Captain, I'm sure," Quest pronounced. "We shall go on
keeping our eyes open, of course, but apart from that we'll forget the
fellow."
The Captain nodded.
"I am coming down to dinner to-night," he announced, "and shall hope to
find you in your places. What the mischief are you hanging about for,
Brown?" he asked, turning to the steward, who was standing by with a
carpet-sweeper in his hand.
"Room wants cleaning out badly, sir."
The Captain glanced distastefully at the carpet-sweeper.
"Do it when I am at dinner, then," he ordered, "and take that damned thing
away."
The steward obeyed promptly. Quest and Harris followed him down the deck.
"Queer-looking fellow, that," the latter remarked.
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