He must be moving.

Then as he was running off, over his shoulder as it were, he suggested: "Why don't you go and speak to Mr.Powell in the Shipping Office." Our friend objected that he did not know Mr.Powell from Adam.

And the other already pretty near round the corner shouted back advice: "Go to the private door of the Shipping Office and walk right up to him.

His desk is by the window.

Go up boldly and say I sent you." Our new acquaintance looking from one to the other of us declared: "Upon my word, I had grown so desperate that I'd have gone boldly up to the devil himself on the mere hint that he had a second mate's job to give away." It was at this point that interrupting his flow of talk to light his pipe but holding us with his eye he inquired whether we had known Powell.
Marlow with a slight reminiscent smile murmured that he "remembered him very well." Then there was a pause.