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.

"Doesn't seem quite at his ease, does he ?" "Seemed a trifle over-anxious, I thought, when he was showing us round the ship," Quest agreed.
"M-m," Harris murmured softly, "as the gentleman who wrote the volume of detective stories I am reading puts it, we'd better keep our eye on Brown."...
The Captain, who was down to dinner unusually early, rose to welcome Quest's little party and himself arranged the seats.
"You, Miss Lenora," he said, "will please sit on my left, and you, Miss Laura, on my right.