"I wish you would," replied the passenger in a listless way, as if he had not much interest in the matter. The passenger, whose name was not on the list, waited until the steward returned.
"Would you mind stepping into the purser's room for a moment, sir? I'll show you the way, sir."
When the passenger was shown into the purser's room that official said to him, in the urbane manner of pursers:
"Might I look at your ticket, sir?"
The passenger pulled a long pocketbook from the inside of his coat, opened it, and handed the purser the document it contained. The purser scrutinized it sharply, and then referred to a list he had on the desk before him.
"This is very strange," he said at last. "I never knew such a thing to occur before, although, of course, it is always possible. The people on shore have in some unaccountable manner left your name out of my list. I am sorry you have been put to any inconvenience, sir."
"There has been no inconvenience so far," said the passenger, "and I trust there will be none. You find the ticket regular, I presume?"
"Quite so—quite so," replied the purser. Then, to the waiting steward, "Give Mr. Keeling any
