Roberts glanced at him.
“Sit down,” he said. “Are you waiting for a ship?” His eyes opened wide, closed intimately, then opened wide again.
“No,” said Martin. “I want a job ashore.”
“Have you had college experience?”
“Yes. Five years.”
Roberts grew cautious.
“Really! Post-graduate work?”
“No. I was never graduated. It was off and on.”
“Why?”
Martin hesitated a moment.