If you want me to, I'll go along and help you out." "You're a brick, McTee.

Maybe I'll need you.

Getting old; not what I used to be." "I see you're not," said McTee boldly.
Henshaw scowled: "What do you mean ?" "That affair of Harrigan.

He's still going scot-free, you know." "Right! McTee, I'm getting feeble-minded, but I'll make up for lost time." He caught up pen and paper, while McTee drew a long breath of relief.

A moment later he was astonished to note that the captain had not written a single letter.
"I'd forgotten," murmured Henshaw.