“Very. He was delirious.”
“Did you allow any one down?”
“At first, Leslie, a sort of cabin-boy and deck steward, who seemed to know something of medicine. Afterward we would not allow him, either.”
“Why?”
“We did not trust him.”
“This Leslie—why had you asked him to sleep in the storeroom?”
“I—was afraid.”
“Will you explain why you were afraid?”
“Fear is difficult to explain, isn’t it? If one knows why one is afraid, one—er—generally isn’t.”
“That’s a bit subtle, I’m afraid. You were afraid, then, without knowing why?”