AW: I hope I'm not interrupting anything?

NS: Ah not at all Sir, I was just having a drink with Illya.

AW: Were you? I wish I had time for that.

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NS: Sometimes I think Mr Waverly is secretly in the pay of Thrush.

IK: Oh I hate the sea. It's too big, too wet, too salty. Boris Stzasnof, ships cook, SS Fontella. Oh we went down eight hundred miles off the West Coast of Hawaii. To me it is as flimsy as this raft.

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NS: It's 3 o' clock.

IK: The fog is a little early this afternoon.

NS: And the Whippet is a little late.

IK: But we are right on time, imminently endanger of being crushed between two approaching vessels.