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and used a razor-and the lower echelons of the english nobility travelled in this suite at vastly reduced prices; royalty, ex-presidents, ex-premiers, ranking dukes and above travelled free. It was said that if all the british peerage on the campari's waiting list could be accommodated simultaneously, the house of lords could close its doors. It need hardly be added that there was nothing philanthropic in lord dexter's offer of free hospitality: he merely jacked up his prices to the wealthy occupants of the other eleven suites, who would have paid the earth anyway for the privilege of voyaging in such close contact with such exalted company. After several years on this run our passengers consisted almost entirely of repeaters. Many came as often as three times a year, fair enough indication of the size of their bank roll. By now the passenger list on the campari had become the most exclusive club
    in the world. Not to put too fine a point on it, lord dexter had distilled the aggregate elements of social and financial snobbery and found in its purest quintessence an inexhaustible supply of gold. I adjusted my napkin and looked over the current gold mine. Five hundred million dollars on the hoof on the dove-grey velvet of the armchair seats in that opulent and air-conditioned dining room; perhaps nearer a thousand million dollars, and old man beresford would account for a good third of it. Julius beresford, president and chief stockholder of the hart-mccormick mining federation, sat where he nearly always sat, not only now but on half a dozen previous cruises, at the top right-hand side of the captain's table, next to captain Bullen himself. He sat there, in the most coveted position in the ship, not because he insisted on it through sheer weight of wealth, but because captain Bullen himself insisted on it. There are exceptions to every rule, and julius beresford was the exception to Bullen's rule that he couldn't abide any passenger, period. Beresford, a tall, thin, relaxed man with tufted black eyebrows, a horseshoe ring of greying hair fringing the sunburnt baldness of his head, and lively hazel eyes twiligh in the lined brown leather of his face, came along only for the peace, comfort, and food: the company of the great left him cold, a fact vastly appreciated by captain Bullen, who shared his sentiments exactly. Beresford, sitting diagonally across from my table, caught my eye. "Evening, mr. carter."
    unlike his daughter, he didn't make me feel that he was conferring an earldom upon me every time he spoke to me. "Splendid to be at sea again, isn't it? and where's our captain tonight?"
    "Working, i'm afraid, mr. beresford. I have to present his apologies to his table. He couldn't leave the bridge."
    "On the bridge?" mrs. beresford, seated opposite her husband, twisted round to look at me. "I thought you were usually on watch at this hour, mr. carter?"
    "I am." I smiled at her. I kept a special sort of smile for mrs.
    beresford in the same way that I kept a special sort of look for young dexter. Plump, bejewelled, overdressed, with dyed blonde hair, but still beautiful at fifty, mrs. beresford bubbled over with good humour and laughter and kindness, and to the sour remark that it is easy to be that way with 300 million dollars in the bank, I can only observe that, after several years on the millionaires' run, the misery quotient of our wealthy appeared to increase in direct proportion to the bullion in the bank; this was only her first trip, but mrs. beresford was already my favourite passenger. I went on: "but there are so many chains of islets, reefs, and coral keys hereabouts that captain Bullen prefers to see to the navigation himself." I didn't add, as I might have done, that had it been in the middle of the night and all the passengers safely in their beds captain Bullen would have been in his also, untroubled by any thoughts about his chief officer's competence. "But I thought a chief officer was fully qualified to run