A sidelight to "Sink the Friesland".
We might have shared space with Sherlock Holmes and the Doctor, I suppose, but I can't say as I regret commandeering a different compartment down the train and ordering young Hopkins to take off his shoes and stretch out for a nap. Three times into the water he'd gone the night before, and he was tired enough to obey, but he hesitated and then chose the seat beside me and not the seat across. "Comforting is better than comfortable," he muttered, and all the way to London I sat with his head in my lap and his heart beneath my hand.
