But, in truth, I was just base enough to profit by what was not forced on my attention, rather than seek scenes: Pinkerton quite cunning enough to avail himself of my weakness; and it was a relief to both when he began to involve his proceedings in a decent mystery.
Our last dispute, which had a most unlooked-for consequence, turned on the refitting of condemned ships.

He had bought a miserable hulk, and came, rubbing his hands, to inform me she was already on the slip, under a new name, to be repaired.

When first I had heard of this industry I suppose I scarcely comprehended; but much discussion had sharpened my faculties, and now my brow became heavy.
"I can be no party to that, Pinkerton," said I.
He leaped like a man shot.

"What next ?" he cried.

"What ails you, anyway?
You seem to me to dislike everything that's profitable." "This ship has been condemned by Lloyd's agent," said I.
"But I tell you it's a deal.