I once had an evangelical aunt, a dear old lady who went about her house with a bunch of keys in a small basket.

She used to give me religious literature.

I never was reduced to reading it, but I distinctly remember a picture of Gideon with his mouth open waving a torch on the front page.

Could it have been the same ?' 'It must have been,' said the Captain.

'Mine had that picture, too.
Gideon had nothing on but a sort of nightshirt with a belt to it, and only one sleeve.