The dark eyed gambler leans into the thwart passage as a boyish figure in men's garb passes a bit too hastily from the prom deck to the broad companionway leading down to the main level. CUrious, and a tad amused, he throws his cheroot over the rail, where it hisses into the froth of the fast running waters swelling and passing the bluff shoulders of the great boat. He follows the strange boyish character on little cat's feet, whisking silently a short why back in her every footstep. He touches in his weskit pocket the great brass key to his customized over-built security-plated cabin lock . It had taken him three hours to install it last night, but he knew his cabin and the mysterious chest were secure.