CHAPTER VIII

DR. CUSTRIN It was not until dinner that evening that I had the opportunity of meeting Dr. Custrin. The _Naomi_ was steaming along amid the gorgeous pageantry of sunset and the warm glow of the dying day was warring with the soft lights of the electric candles on the dinner-table when I came in to the saloon. Garth introduced me to the doctor. He was a sleek, smooth young man with hair like black satin and a beautifully trained small black moustache. His hands and feet were small and well-made and there would h…