“Do you speak English?”

“No, Signore.” “French?”

“Yes. What is it you wish?”

“I want to see the Captain at once.”

“For what reason, Monsieur?”

“It is absolutely necessary that I am put ashore immediately.”

The Purser put his cigar down and turned in his swivel chair.

“My French is not very good,” he said calmly. “Do you mind repeating …?”

“I want to be put ashore.”

“Monsieur Graham, is it?”