Roy Norton, Drowned Gold — Chapter 27 (1919)
“ Battered and old, she is still the favorite ship of the growing fleet that is ours, and when, sick of the land, we strike for the clean, wind-scoured, open spaces of the seas, bent upon strange destinations, we board her and come thus to our own. We cruise together to far and isolated isles, set like jewels in the girdle of romance, in placid and unfrequented seas. Once we had two guests, Monsieur Périgord and that man whose name is now widely known, Jimmy Martin. Monsieur Périgord no longer fares forth on earthly expeditions. ”
