CHAPTER XX
AN UNSOLICITED INTRODUCTION
I FORGOT all about lunch; even when people went streaming past me towards the dining saloon, some of them nodding as they asked if I was coming, I somehow did not grasp the fact that they were all of them moving towards the mid-day meal. I was not hungry, although I had had no breakfast. I was bewildered, confused, in what mother used to call a state of moither; conscious that I ought to do something, and that quickly but what it was I could not think.
Chance put me in the way of doing one thing.
As I was moving aimlessly along, Mrs. Harrison, our stewardess, came towards me with a tray in her hand. The sight of her brought back some of my senses.
“Oh, Mrs. Harrison,” I exclaimed, “I want to speak to you.”
Apparently she did not want to speak to
