The ensign bowed coldly.
"Have you a cabin reserved for me?" he inquired.
Matt nodded toward a bulkhead door leading to a steel room abaft the periscope chamber.
"We have fixed up a place in there for you," said he.
"Then, inasmuch as I am a passenger, I will proceed to eliminate myself and keep out of your way."
Without taking Matt's hand he picked up his suit case and started. At the door he paused while a hail came down from the hatch.
"Hello dere, vonce! Matt!"
"What is it, Carl?" answered Matt.
"Dere iss a Chink feller alongsite, und he say dot he vant to see Misder Glennie."
"A Chinaman!" muttered Glennie, pausing. "Why does he want to see me?"