“All right, Mr. Malone, what is it?” This to the officer of the deck who was rapidly approaching.
“The pilot is signalling from Tadshurra Bay, sir. Shall I slow down, Captain?”
“Very well, sir, glad to get him promptly. What is the boat’s number?”
“Good, that is old Abdullah, a good sailor and a fine fellow. Report when he gets aboard, please.”
The officer hurried away and shortly after the siren gave two short blasts and the boat lost headway.
“May I join you for a bit, Count?” Captain Pollard took the stool vacated by the doctor following the gesture of polite assent of the Count.
“The doctor’s report left a bad taste in your mouth, eh? If you don’t mind, I’d like to say a few words more on this same subject, your Excellency.”