Take this last voyage on the Lusitania, now.

He spoke to me the first day out because he couldn't help it, but for pretty well the rest of the journey he either kept down in his stateroom or, when he came up on deck, he avoided me and everybody else.

When he did talk, his talk was foolish.

He was a good chap at his work, I believe, but he was a crank.

Seemed to me sometimes as though that humdrum life of his had about turned his brain.