"Murder!"  I ejaculated, as I entered the pokey little place and got my first whiff of its close, reeking, smoke-laden atmosphere; "put out that abominable lamp and light a candle or two, somebody, for pity's sake. How the dickens you fellows can manage to breathe down here I can't understand.  And, boy," to the messenger outside, "pass the word for Cupid to bring us along some cocoa from the galley."