Geltman raised his hands toward the deck beams and sank upon the bunk on the verge of collapse. He remembered now—it was his wedding day!
CHAPTER II
As the fog upon his memory still hung heavily he raised his head toward the man at the door of the cabin. That person was eyeing him rather pityingly and had come a step forward into the room.
“Shall I be getting you something, sir?” he was saying again.
Geltman sprang unsteadily to his feet.
“No,” he cried. “I’m going to get out of this.”
“In pajamas, sir?” said the man, reproachfully.
Geltman glanced down at the flimsy silk garment.