“No.”
“Then, if I get into difficulties, I don’t think you could give any advice that would help us out.”
The ensign bowed coldly. “Have you a cabin reserved for me?” he inquired.
Bob nodded toward a bulkhead door leading to a steel room abaft the periscope chamber. “We have fixed up a place in there for you,” said he.
“Then, inasmuch as I am a passenger, I will proceed to eliminate myself and keep out of your way.”
Without taking Bob’s hand he picked up his suit case and started. At the door he paused while a hail came down from the hatch.
“Hello dere, Bob!”
“What is it, Carl?”
“Dere iss a Chink feller alongsite, und he say dot he vant to see Misder Glennie.”
“A Chinaman!” muttered Glennie, pausing. “Why does he want to see me?”