She returned to her work. A bell was ringing. It was 72.
Ruth went.
The Captain was manicuring his nails at the window. He looked up as she entered.
"Shut the door!" he said.
She obeyed.
"Come here!" he ordered.
She went.
He looked at her, in his blue eyes a laughing sternness.
"What's this?" he asked.
"What, sir?"