To my surprise and delight, a pencilled entry half-way down the list gave the name, "Professor Sebastian." "Oh, Sebastian is going by this steamer ?" I murmured, looking up.
The sandy-haired clerk hummed and hesitated.

"Well, I believe he's going, sir," he answered at last; "but it's a bit uncertain.

He's a fidgety man, the Professor.

He came down here this morning and asked to see the list, the same as you have done.

Then he engaged a berth provisionally--'mind, provisionally,' he said--that's why his name is only put in on the list in pencil.