CHAPTER XIV
ABEDNEGO P. THOMPSON
MY cabin had two berths. I had the upper one. The lower berth had been engaged for a Miss Sadie Lawrence, so the woman told me who showed me to my quarters; she informed me, without my asking, that she was my stewardess and that her name was Mrs. Harrison.
When she had gone I examined my cabin. It did not take me long to discover one thing there was not a place in which to lock up anything; nothing in the shape of a lock and key, nowhere in which to keep anything private. It was awkward; I had not known what to expect, but I was not prepared for this. Not a nook or cranny in which one might keep anything one had which was of value. There were cracks in the woodwork in which tiny trifles could be crammed; under the mattress in my berth a scrap of boarding
