noting the address, and the stamps and the postmarks, which on several were English, on two or three French, on two Italian, on one German, on one Egyptian and on one Australian. The address the same on all, was:
GEOFFREY CECIL, ESQ.
- c.o. Alexander Brown & Son
Instinctively I turned the packet face down as I handed it to him. He took it gracefully and in his totally toneless voice said:
"Thank you very much."
As he said the words Captain Benson appeared in the cabin companion-way, his revolver in his hands. The mate in the act of stowing with his left hand the letters in his inner breast-pocket, pointed his extended index finger at the pistol.
"Put that thing away!" he commanded.
The voice was as toneless as before, but far otherwise than the blurred British evenness of his acknowledgment to me, these words rang hard and sharp. Benson took the rebuke as if he had been the mate and the other his captain, turned and shuffled fumblingly back down the companion-way. As he passed the pantry door
