Atlantis

cabin as a signal for the midday meal. The first blast entered with the howling of the wind into the close, noisy, crowded smoking saloon. The attendant of the man witho

a saucy young American, whose disrespectfulness did not yield even before the sacred person of the captain; fo

gave the impression of being powdered, he resembled a major-domo of Louis XIV's time. As he stood there, head erect, looking over the swaying hall, he seemed to be the special squire of Captain von Kessel, who sat at the end of the middle prong, in the capacity both of host and most honoured guest. Next to the captain sat Doctor Wilhelm and the first mate. Frederick,

ping from champagne bottles in the vicinity of the card players. In a gallery the band played without interruption. There were seven numbers on th