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exclaimed Kitchell as he and Wilbur entered . `` The old man 's room , and no mistake . '' Besides the bunk , the stateroom was fitted up with a lounge of red plush screwed to the bulkhead . A roll of charts leaned in one corner , an alarm clock , stopped at 1:15 , stood on a shelf in the company of some dozen paper-covered novels and a drinking-glass full of cigars . Over the lounge , however , was the rack of instruments , sextant , barometer , chronometer , glass , and the like , securely screwed down , while against the wall , in front of a swivel leather chair that was ironed to the deck , was the locked secretary . `` Look at 'em , just look at 'em , will you ! '' said Kitchell , running his fingers lovingly over the polished brass of the instruments .