![]() On the first night of the trip and during the following day, a steward would knock on his door, inquiring about his needs, asking if he wanted tea, a cocktail, or perhaps some soda crackers to settle his stomach if the ship’s motion was making him ill. Even on these furtive forays he’d hurry back to his room if he heard other passengers stirring or crewmembers attending their duties. Since leaving Europe, he’d ventured from his cabin only late at night to use one of the communal washrooms. ![]() It took all his mental ability just to keep his focus on the small safe. He was unaware of the great ship’s passage across the Atlantic, the rhythm of her four engines turning the large propellers, the spectacular service offered by the crew, or even the cycles of day and night. ![]() Alone in his cabin for the past three days, the madman rocked gently on his narrow bunk, his eyes fixed on the dull sheen of his personal safe while fever sent alternating currents of heat and cold through his body. ![]()
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