He stared at her for a full second.
“It is yours, then?”
“Yes.”
“I told him it was——”
“Told him?”
“It wasn’t my room ye left it in.”
“No? How did you know, then?”—in alarm.
“The man who found it asked every woman aboard and never thought of you, because—well—you’re such a baby,” he added, staring.
“What’s that got to do with it? I went out in the corridor to get some air, and I went in the wrong door, by mistake. I took off my coat, and started to climb up to my berth, when the boat joggled, and I put my hand on a moustache! I was so scared that I ran off without my coat.”