Silence except for the rumble of the weather canvas standing up against the furious blasts of the wind. Dennison stepped over to the chart table.
“Cunningham, I would like to have a word with you.”
“Go ahead. You can have as many as you like.”
“At dinner you spoke of your word.”
“So I did. What about it?”
“Do you keep it?”
“Whenever I humanly can. Well?”
“What’s this Catwick Island?”
“Hanged if I know!”
“Are you going to maroon us there?”