I was sleeping soundly when I was suddenly waked by a loud noise. To judge from the sound, my room-mate must have sprung with a single leap from the upper berth to the floor. I heard him fumbling with the latch and bolt of the door, which opened almost immediately, and then I heard his footsteps as he ran at full speed down the passage, leaving the door open behind him. The ship was rolling a little, and I expected to hear him stumble or fall, but he ran as though he were running for his life. The door swung on its hinges with the motion of the vessel, and the sound annoyed me. I got up and shut it, and groped my way back to my berth in the darkness. I went to sleep again; but I have no idea how long I slept.
When I awoke it was still quite dark, but I felt a disagreeable sensation of cold, and it seemed to me that the air was damp. You know the peculiar smell of a cabin which has been wet with sea-water. I covered myself up as well as I could and dozed off again, framing complaints to be made the next day, and selecting the most powerful epithets in the language. I could hear my room-mate turn over in the upper berth. He had probably returned while I was asleep. Once I thought I heard him groan, and I argued that he was sea-sick. That is particularly unpleasant when one is below. Nevertheless I dozed off and slept till early daylight.
The ship was rolling heavily, much more than on the previous evening, and the grey light which came in through the porthole changed in tint with every movement according as the angle of the vessels side turned the glass seawards or skywards. It was very cold unaccountably so for the month of June. I turned my head and looked at the porthole, and saw to my surprise that it was wide open and hooked back. I believe I swore audibly. Then I got up and shut it. As I turned back I glanced at the upper berth. The curtains were drawn close together; my companion had probably felt cold as well as I. It struck me that I had slept enough. The state-room was uncomfortable, though, strange to say, I could not smell the dampness which had annoyed me in the night. My room-mate was still asleep excellent opportunity for avoiding him, so I dressed at once and went on deck. The day was warm and cloudy, with an oily smell on the water. It was seven oclock as I came out much later than I had imagined. I came across the doctor, who was taking his first sniff of the morning air. He was a young man from the West of Ireland a tremendous fellow, with black hair and blue eyes, already inclined to be stout; he had a happy-go-lucky, healthy look about him which was rather attractive.
Fine morning, I remarked, by way of introduction.
Well, said he, eyeing me with an air of ready interest, its a fine morning and its not a fine morning. I dont think its much of a morning.
Well, no it is not so very fine, said I.
Its just what I call fuggly weather, replied the doctor.
It was very cold last night, I thought, I remarked. However, when I looked about, I found that the porthole was wide open. I had not noticed it when I went to bed. And the state-room was damp, too.
Damp! said he. Whereabouts are you?
One hundred and five
To my surprise the doctor started visibly, and stared at me.
What is the matter? I asked.
Oh nothing, he answered; only everybody has complained of that state-room for the last three trips.
I shall complain too, I said. It has certainly not been properly aired. It is a shame!
I dont believe it can be helped, answered the doctor. I believe there is something well, it is not my business to frighten passengers.
You need not be afraid of frightening me, I replied. I can stand any amount of damp. If I should get a bad cold I will come to you.
I offered the doctor a cigar, which he took and examined very critically.
It is not so much the damp, he remarked. However, I dare say you will get on very well. Have you a room-mate?
Yes; a deuce of a fellow, who bolts out in the middle of the night, and leaves the door open.
Again the doctor glanced curiously at me. Then he lit the cigar and looked grave.
Did he come back? he asked presently.
Yes. I was asleep, but I waked up, and heard him moving. Then I felt cold and went to sleep again. This morning I found the porthole open.
Look here, said the doctor quietly, I dont care much for this ship. I dont care a rap for her reputation. I tell you what I will do. I have a good-sized place up here. I will share it with you, though I dont know you from Adam.
I was very much surprised at the proposition. I could not imagine why he should take such a sudden interest in my welfare. However, his manner as he spoke of the ship was peculiar.
You are very good, doctor, I said. But, really, I believe even now the cabin could be aired, or cleaned out, or something. Why do you not care for the ship?
We are not superstitious in our profession, sir, replied the doctor, but the sea makes people so. I dont want to prejudice you, and I dont want to frighten you, but if you will take my advice you will move in here. I would as soon see you overboard, he added earnestly, as know that you or any other man was to sleep in one hundred and five.