“I’ve thought of that,” said Margaret, “I thought of that, too. Heigho, captain, I’m tired. This week has been an experience. I shall leave Mr. Harthop in charge ashore, with powers to deal. He’s shrewd. He’s got a funny way of getting at the point with that queer humour as a cloak. And I’ve got Howard, Cammock. Howard’s our agent.”
“You’ve got the Governor, sir?”
“Oh yes. That was my first move. I knew old Howard wanted specie; so I went to see him and told him my plans. He was expensive, though. He knew his worth to a penny.”
“What it is to be a gentleman. If I’d gone, he’d have kicked me out. Well. Birth tells, they say.”
Perrin sat up in his bunk, and looked at them through the curtains.
“A servile, insolent, bribing, tipping race, the English,” he said. “An Englishman will never do anything for any one without expecting something.”
“Oh, you’re awake, are you? At it again, too,” said Cammock. “How about that door, sir?”
“Well, Edward, how are you? What door is this?”
“Oh. Mrs. Inigo’s door,” said Perrin. “Oh yes. Yes. Mrs. Inigo came out at eight bells, and then I tried to get in. But it was locked on the inside. So I called Mr. Harthop’s three men, and the man who was scrubbing it.”
“Good. Good,” said Cammock.