"It is a long time since we met," said Jack.
Mr. Pinhorn's face seemed to lengthen. His mouth and eyes opened wide in a silent demand for information.
Jack reminded him of the day and circumstances.
For a moment Mr. Pinhorn held his hand against his forehead and was dumb with astonishment. Then he said:
"I knew! I foresaw! But it is not too late."
"Too late for what?"
"To turn, to be redeemed, loved, forgiven. Think it over, sir. Think it over."
Jack's name and age and residence were registered. Then Pinhorn took his arm and walked with him down the corridor toward an open door. About half-way to the door he stopped and put his hand on Jack's shoulder and said with a look of great seriousness:
"A sinking cause! Death! Destruction! Misery! The ship is going down. Leave it."
"You are misinformed. There is no leak in our ship," said Jack.