Here, in his little realm, it was plain that efficiency reigned.

Everything was spotless and in order, and I could have wished and wished vainly for a more noiseless servant than he ashore.

His face, as he regarded me, had as little or as much expression as the Sphinx.

But his slant, black eyes were bright, with intelligence.
"What do you think of the crew ?" I asked, in order to put words to my invasion of his castle.
"Buggy-house," he answered promptly, with a disgusted shake of the head.
"Too much buggy-house.

All crazy.