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wing something somebody else doesn’t know and is dying to! The name of the Ship’s Mystery is supposed to be Storm, Peter Storm. I say “supposed,” advisedly. Because it may be anything. They don’t worry with passenger lists for third-class people; they’re just a seething, nameless mass, apparently. But anything remarkable bubbles up to the top, as in the case of the alleged Peter Storm. Naturally, his fellow-passengers have nicknamed him “The Stormy Petrel.”

What is he really? we wonder. A jewel shines more brightly at night, and perhaps it’s the contrast between the Stormy Petrel and those “fellow-passengers” of his which makes him look so very great a gentleman, despite the fact that his clothes might have been bought at a second hand–no, a fourth or fifth hand–shop. The creature wears flannel shirts (he seems, thank heaven, to have several to change with, of different colours) and they have low, turn-over collars. Apparently all his neckties were torpedoed with his money, for he never spor