 A cab pulled up in front of the East India Steamship offices, and I went in. A nice little girl with a nice little, ahem, personality showed me the passenger list of the India Queen, and sure enough, Mr. Leopold Titus and a Mr. Charles Freely, first class. I thanked the girl, told her I'd send her a picture when my face got back to normal, and I headed to the docks and the customs office. I needed an address on Titus, and I knew that he must have signed a manifest at customs. He had.