"Would you care to join us, Captain?" Charon asked.
"My pleasure, Charon." George removed his jacket and handed it to me. "Pray look after that, Marion."
Turnbull glanced at me and away. McAra did not look around.
"And the sword belt, Captain, if you please," Charon said. "We don"t want any hasty actions here that may bring the house into disrepute."
"Forgive me," Captain Roger unfastened his sword belt and hung it on a hook beside the fireplace. He sauntered across to the table.
"Good evening gentlemen," he said.
"Good evening Captain Rogers." Turnbull gave a low bow. "I have not seen you in here before."
"I"ve never been before," George said. "Do I know you, sir?"
"I am William Turnbull."
"You know me, George," Gibbie said with a smile.
"I certainly do," George said and, bless
