CHAPTER FIVEPeople of all sorts and descriptions were hurrying up the sharply inclined gangway leading to the bowels of the ship, where they were received by white-coated Stewards.
Officers, resplendent in gold lace, were keeping a sharp lookout for the more important passengers who had to be welcomed aboard.
“You are right, you know,” Vivian remarked.
“About what?” the professor enquired.
“People’s fear of motion,” Vivian answered. “You do remember how we discussed it last time we went abroad? I have never forgotten the conversation and your new theory that travelling is an innovation of this present century and that few people have become acclimatised to it as yet.”
The Professor laughed, a low quick sound that was characteristic of him.
It was time for those who were not travellin
