"What is your room ?" she asked.
"Twenty-seven, Miss Standish." "This deck ?" "Yes." Not until she had said good night, quietly and without offering him her hand, did the intimacy of her last questions strike him.

He grunted and lighted a fresh cigar.

A number of things occurred to him all at once, as he slowly made a final round or two of the deck.

Then he went to his cabin and looked over papers which were going ashore at Juneau.

These were memoranda giving an account of his appearance with Carl Lomen before the Ways and Means Committee at Washington.
It was nearly midnight when he had finished.