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Somebody is prowling.” I was fully and absolutely awake as this attractive and very
                well-designed girl climbed in beside me, wearing only a rather flimsy nightgown!
                For what seemed like hours, I tossed and turned, uncertain about the obvious;
                she, meanwhile, apparently (I think) fell asleep. I was eventually awoken by Judith
                entering the room with tea for Stevie and me; she seemed not in the least fazed
                by the presence of Susan in lieu of Stevie. I felt like a bit of a loser, I should add; I
                never found out what Susan felt.

                   But Judith had her own moments, one that was not entirely uncharacteristic of
                her occurring during one of our post-gluehwein dinners. Stevie had a sometimes-
                acerbic sense of humour, and one of his less appropriate bon mots fell on her
                sense of propriety quite heavily; she pondered for a second … and threw a full
                glass of tomato juice in his face. We all sat in stunned silence; Stevie eventually
                laughed, and all was forgiven.

                   After Austria, we all went our own ways, the Shepherds and Susan back to
                Vancouver on the Polish Stefan Batory, Susan L to London, and Stevie, as far as I
                knew, back to P&O, though I did not hear from him for five decades.

                   The following week I received a call from P&O, through the marine
                superintendent’s office. The question posed was whether I would take the job of
                assistant nautical inspector, based in London’s Leadenhall Street. It took no time
                to accept unreservedly, even though one supposes that normally one knows what
                sort of job one is accepting. I considered only that if there were one place where
                there was an abundance of opportunity, both for things that I could do and for
                determining what suitable avenues lay ahead in other arenas, the City of London
                would be the finest of choices. But no more going to sea!



                   The P&O-Orient Line Ships in which I served had varying tales of sale or
                destruction;

                           a.  Khyber apparently has two versions. Either it was scrapped
                              in 1962, or it was sold to ship breakers in Kaohsiung, Taiwan, in
                              1970 (under a different name).

                           b.  Mantua – sold for scrap to the Pakistan Gulf Trading Agency in
                              1976.

                           c.  Malwa – sold to Taiwan interests for scrap in 1975.

                           d.  Arcadia – sold for scrap to Taiwanese interests in 1979.

                           e.  Himalaya – sold for scrap to Taiwan interests in 1974.


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