"Help me to get up," he said feebly.
He was very much shaken, and I had some trouble in getting him on his feet, and seating him on the one chair in the room.
"You had better come to my stateroom," I said; "it is nearer than yours. What has happened to you?"
He replied, "I will go in a moment. Wait a minute." And I waited.
"Now," he continued, when he had apparently pulled himself together a bit, "just turn on the electric light, will you?"
I reached up to the peg of the electric light and turned it on. A shudder passed over Plodkins' frame, but he said nothing. He seemed puzzled, and once more I asked him to let me take him to my stateroom, but he shook his head.
"Turn on the water." I did so.
"Turn out the electric light." I did that also.
"Now," he added, "put your hand in the water and turn on the electric light."
I was convinced Plodkins had become insane, but I recollected I was there alone with him, shaky as he was, in a room with a bolted door, so I put my fingers in the water and attempted to turn on the electric light. I got a shock that was very much greater than that which I received when I saw
