Chapter 61

He made no pretence at reading; his gaze was abstracted. Presently he rose and walked into his cabin. He pulled the curtains across the door as though he desired none to witness his folly, then he took a key from his pocket and unlocked the little safe which was let into the wall over the head of his bunk. He opened a drawer and took out a fat brown book. He laid it upon his desk and turned the leaves. It was his bank book from the coast agent of Cox, and the balance to his credit ran into five figures, for Sanders…