"A word with you, gentlemen," said he gravely.
"I don't know you, sir," blustered Vincent.
"Perhaps not. Permit me to remark that I have no special desire for your acquaintance."
"Then why do you take the liberty of addressing me?"
"I rather admire the fellow's impudence," said Mr. Waterbury to himself.
"Are you associated with this gentleman?" he asked, indicating Graham.
"We are friends."
"Then I will address an inquiry to him. I am not in the habit of receiving calls in my stateroom during the hours of sleep."
"I don't understand you, sir," said Milton Graham, with hauteur.
"Oh, yes, you do, unless your memory is singularly defective. Our staterooms are close together. You entered mine last night."