don't want him for a room mate, if I have to have one. I think you ought"
"I will, sir. I will make it all right. I suppose, if it should happen that a mistake has been made, and he has the prior claim to the room, you would not mind taking No. 24—it is a larger and better room."
"That will suit me exactly."
So the purser locked his door and went down to No. 18.
"Well?" he said to its occupant.
"Well," answered Mr. Keeling, looking up at him with his cold and fishy eyes.
"You're here again, are you?"
"I'm here again, and I will be here again. And again and again, and again and again."
"Now, what the" Then the purser hesitated a moment, and thought perhaps he had better not swear, with that icy, clammy gaze fixed upon him. "What object have you in all this?"
"Object? The very simple one of making your company live up to its contract. From Liverpool to New York, my ticket reads. I paid for being landed in the United States, not for being dumped overboard in mid-ocean. Do you think you can take me over? You have had two tries at it and have not succeeded Yours is a big and powerful company, too."
