“So I thought.”
“But hurry, Miss Norman. The sooner I have that written order on the consulate the sooner you’ll have your belongings.”
“Very well.”
Five minutes later she announced that the order was completed, and Cleigh opened the door slightly.
“The key will be given you the moment we weigh anchor.”
“I say,” called the son, “you might drop into the Palace and get my truck, too. I’m particular about my toothbrushes.” A pause. “I’d like a drink, too—if you’ve got the time.”
Cleigh did not answer, but he presently entered Cabin Two, filled a glass with water, raised his son’s head to a proper angle, and gave him drink.
“Thanks. This business strikes me as the funniest thing I ever heard of! You would have done that for a dog.”
Cleigh replaced the water carafe in the rack above the wash bowl and went out, locking the door. In the salon he called for Dodge:
“I am going into town. I’ll be back round five. Don’t stir from this cabin.” 104