I--" Mr.Mott: "Did you say stewards ?" Mr.Percival: "That's what I took them to be." Captain Trigger: "You are either lying, young man, or plumb crazy." Mr.Percival, with dignity: "The latter is quite possible, Captain,--but not the former.

I managed quite easily to get from the second cabin to the first.

You'd be surprised to know how simple it was.

Running without lights as you do, sir, simplified things tremendously.

I found a very sick and dejected Jewish gentleman trying to die in the least exposed corner of the promenade deck.