CHAPTER XXIII

HE WAS NOT particularly startled, he was not even surprised. He gave Dick the impression that nothing in the world had ever succeeded in agitating him. “Good-afternoon, sir.” His voice was soft and deferential. He had a queer little droop of his head that was almost like a bow. “This is a beautiful place. To me the river is even more interesting than the sea. Look at that tug and those barges, like a swan with a number of ugly ducklings! One wonders what sort of a life these bargemen live.” “When you have finished …