"That's what a great many Germans are claiming these days, Mr.
Mott. We can't take any chances, you know. Where was he found?"

Mr. Mott cleared his throat. "Ahem! He wasn't what you might call
found, sir. As a matter of fact, he applied in person to the Chief
Engineer about half an hour ago and asked for a job. He said he
was perfectly willing to work out his passage home. Mr. Gray had
him conducted to me, sir,--rather sharply guarded, of course,--and
he--"

"Fetch him here at once, Mr. Mott," commanded Captain Trigger.
"I'll hear what he has to say first hand."

"Very well, sir." Mr. Mott started away, hesitated, rubbed his chin
dubiously, and then came back. "He's having a bit of breakfast,
sir, and has asked for the loan of Mr. Codge's razors--"

"What?" roared the captain.

"I informed him he would have to appear before you at once, sir,
and he said he was quite willing to do so, but would it be possible
for him to tidy up a bit beforehand. I am obliged to confess, sir,
that I have never encountered a more interesting stowaway in all my
career, which leads me to confess still further that I gave orders
to feed him,--he hasn't had a mouthful to eat since we left port,
owing to the fact, he says, that his luggage shifted the first
day out and try as he would he couldn't locate it without a match,
or something to that effect,--he rather stumped me, sir, with the
graceful way he lies,--and then Mr. Codge agreed to let him take