ns are we?"
"You are in my house," said I, "but you might be at the bottom of the basin."
"Good heavens!" he said, with a laugh. "I feel mighty shivery. Don't you think a drop of something----"
I looked at him closely. "I think it wouldn't be a bad idea in the circumstances," I said.
"Oh, I know I had too much to carry!" he said recklessly. "It made me quarrel with that wretched Legrand, too--a fat-headed fool!"
I rang for water, and mixed two hot jorums of whisky, one of which he sipped contentedly.
"You see, we had a rousing time coming over," he observed, as if in apology. I looked my question, and he answered it. "Hamburg, in the Sea Queen. The old man skipped at Tilbury, and Barraclough's a real blazer."
"Which accounts for the blaze I saw," I remarked drily.
"Oh, you saw that. Yes, it was that that made Legrand mad. He's particular. But what's the odds? The boss has to pay."
His eyes roamed about the shabby room--shabby from the wre