Mr. Tasker gazed at him in a troubled fashion, but made no reply.
"I won't have it," said the captain, sternly, with a side glance at the
door. "If you want to talk to yourself go outside and do it. I never
heard such a laugh. What did you do it for? It was like an old woman
with a bad cold."
He smiled grimly in the darkness, and then started slightly as a cough, a
hostile, challenging cough, sounded from the kitchen. Before he could
speak the cough ceased and a thin voice broke carelessly into song.
"WHAT!" roared the captain, in well-feigned astonishment. "Do you mean
to tell me you've got somebody in my pantry? Go and get me those rules
and regulations."
Mr. Tasker backed out, and the captain smiled again as he heard a
whispered discussion. Then a voice clear and distinct took command.
"I'll take'em in myself, I tell you," it said. "I'll rules and
regulations him."
The smile faded from the captain's face, and he gazed in perplexity at
the door as a strange young woman bounced into the room.
"Here's your rules and regulations," said the intruder, in a somewhat
shrewish voice.
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