foot of the companion ladder. The pistol fitted snugly a trousers pocket, its bulk hidden by the sag of his sweater. …
Some time later the lieutenant, slipping down the ladder, found Lanyard studying with a convincing aspect of childlike bewilderment the complicated combinations of machinery which crowded the central operating compartment.
Fresh from a bath and shave and wearing a clean uniform, the Prussian showed vast improvement in looks if not in equilibrium. But his mouth twitched fitfully, his eyes wandered and disclosed a disquieting superabundance of white, and his tongue was noticeably thicker than before.
"Well, my friend!" he said—"you are truly disappointing. The watch said you had made no sound since going below. I was afraid of another of those famous naps of yours."
"With the prospect of a bottle with you? Impossible! I have been waiting and waiting, with my tongue hanging out."
"Too bad. Why did you not look around, help yourself? Why not?" the lieutenant demanded. "Have I not given you freedom of ship? It is yours, everything here 'yours!"
"I want nothing but an end to this great thirst," Lanyard protested.
"Then—God in Heaven!—why we standing here? Come!"
Releasing the handrail the Prussian took careful aim for the alleyway door, launched himself toward it, slipped
