One by one they made their farewells. Probyn was the last to leave, as Bolitho knew he would.

He said awkwardly, "Good to see you again, sir. They were great times we once shared. I always knew you would be successful, famous even." His eyes moved hurriedly round the cabin. "I have been less fortunate. Through no fault of mine. But without influence… " He did not finish it.

Bolitho smiled. "If makes my appointment all the easier to have old friends in company."

The door closed and he walked slowly to the heavy mahogany wine cabinet which he had brought from London. It was beautifully worked, every join and surface the mark of a craftsman.

He was still looking at it when Herrick returned from seeing the "other captains over the side into their various boats.

He sighed. "Went well, I thought, sir." He saw the cabinet and gave a low whistle… "Now there is a thing of beauty!" Bolitho smiled. "It was a gift. More useful than some, I’d say, Thomas."

Herrick was examining it carefully and said, "I have your nephew outside, sir. I have dealt with his foolishness. Some extra duties to entertain his busy mind. I thought you"d like to see him."

He touched the cabinet, adding, "May I enquire who gave you this fine piece, sir?"

Bolitho replied, "Mrs. Pareja. You will recall her, of course. "

He checked himself as something like a shutter dropped behind Herrick's eyes.

Herrick said flatly, "Yes, sir. I remember her well." "What is it, man?"

Herrick faced him. "With ships coming fresh from England, sir, there is always. rumour, scandal if you like. There was some talk about your meeting with the lady in London." Bolitho stared at him. "In God's name, Thomas, this doesn"t sound like you."