There was, I knew, some truth in that. Yet I did not intend to remain cooped up there, a prisoner, for the remainder of the voyage.
“Well, now, look here,” I said, in a more conciliatory tone. “Why are you not frank with me?”
“Because you ain’t responsible for your actions.”
“And that’s why you won’t allow me on deck?” He nodded.
“Then I suppose when I was handed over to your tender charge they told you I was a lunatic?”
“Well, they said you’d better be kept under restraint. I was told that you’d had a bad touch of the blues, it seems.”
“And yet you took me aboard while I was unconscious,” I said. “That was scarcely a wise proceeding was it?”
“You were here when I returned; I’ve told you I found you here.”
“Then you mean to tell me that you don’t know who paid you to take me on this pleasure trip?”
“No, I don’t. I’ve only received orders, and just observed them.”