"I'm afraid he was ship's surgeon on the P.& O.I came home on.

There was trouble that voyage, and I fancy he remembers me." His confidences were becoming a nuisance.
"But you mustn't tell me that," I protested.

"I can't have you making trouble on this ship, too.

How do you know I won't go straight from here to the captain ?" As though the suggestion greatly entertained him, he laughed.
He made a mock obeisance.
"I claim the seal of your profession," he said.

"Nonsense," I retorted.
"It's a professional secret that your nerves are out of hand, but that you are a card-sharp is NOT.