I passed him and met Legrand, who stared at me. "It's not your ghost, doctor?"
"No," I said in a lower voice. "But maybe it will come to ghosts yet."
He stroked his short beard, and turned about. Day, I found, was surveying me from the bridge in the most elegant suit of ducks.
"Now that you have arrived, Dr. Phillimore, perhaps we may be allowed to proceed," he said sarcastically.
I made no reply, but went aft, where my adventures must be poured into Lane's ears. Barraclough looked me up and down in his cool, indifferent way.
"Come aboard, sir?" he said, with a grin.
"Yes," said I with a deliberate drawl. "It cost me just twenty-five pounds."
"Damned if I wouldn't sooner have stayed and had a good old time," said Lane. "What's the use of a bally ship?"
"Oh," said I, "being a millionaire I can't tell. If I'd only thought of it, Lane, I might have followed your advice."
"Didn't you get the notice?" asked Pye.