“Signed the pledge?”
“No.”
“Oh! Joined the Infant Bands of Hope?”
Benson smiled at this sally, and the captain laughed.
“So you're going to find Stephen Landray?” he said, suddenly checking his mirth. “Considering the size of your contract, you take it easy enough, but I guess you don't know what you're in for.”
“Have you still that knife, Gibbs?”
“Yes, it's in my desk here.”
“I'd like to look at it if you have no objection.”
“Not the least in the world,” and he produced it from the disorder of a pigeonhole. Benson took it and examined it.
“I wish you'd give me this,” he said.