“By the Sesostris?”
“Yes.”
Mr. Tudsley took up and scanned a type-written sheet of paper.
“I don’t see your name on the passenger list.”
“Possibly not,” said Martin. “I came steerage.”
“Indeed?” Martin, spruce in his well-cut grey flannels, looked anything but a deck passenger. “What made you do that?”
“Economy,” said Martin.
“And why have you come to me?”
“I made a list last night, at the hotel, of the leading firms in Hong-Kong and yours was among them.”
“Haven’t you any introductions?”