"Yes, sir. Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord." Toby's eyes smiling into
his.

"Very well. I'll keep you," Saltash said. "Did anyone see you come
aboard?"

"No, my lord."

"Then you came with me, see? I brought you--if anyone wants to know."

"Very good, my lord. Thank you, my lord."

Saltash made a humorous grimace. "You can call me 'sir' if you like," he
said. "It makes no difference."

"Thank you, sir," said Toby with a responsive grin.

"And your name is Toby, is it? Toby what?"

"Toby Wright, sir." Very promptly the answer came.

Saltash's eyes scrutinized him with half derisive amusement. "I hope it's
a good fit," he remarked. "Well, look here, Toby, you must go to bed. Did
you bring any luggage on board?"

"No, sir. 'Fraid not, sir. Very sorry, sir. I came away in a hurry,"
explained Toby rather nervously.

"And stole the hotel livery," said Saltash.