Have ye a bit av sulphur in yer shtore-room, Misther Schultz the kind that comes in balls an' is used to burrn in shtate-rooms to kill bedbugs?" When Terence Reardon put that innocent query to the first mate he knew very well Mr. Schultz would reply in the negative which he did for the reason that Michael J. Murphy had privately informed Mr.
Schultz relieved the second mate on the bridge, and five minutes later Terence Reardon, for the first time invaded that forbidden territory. "Bad cess to me!" he complained plaintively. "I'm the picthur av bad luck. I've a leaky connection below an' divil a bit av red lead. Could ye lind me a dab av red lead from yer shtore-room, Misther Schultz?" Mr.
Helb yourself, mine Freund, und den gif me der key back." "Ye addie-pated son of sin!" Mr. Reardon soliloquized as he took the key and departed. "Faith, a booby birrd has more sinse nor you! D'ye suppose I didn't wait until ye were on djooty before axin' ye, well knowin' ye'd lind me the key an' I'd be alone in yer shtore-room!" Mr. Reardon was in the store-room less than two minutes.