The intention of this simple post is to give you just the merest glimpse of the luxury afforded Ron and Mervyn once they boarded RMS Viceroy of India, that winters day back in January 1937. A familiar sight to Mervyn, since two years previously his millionaire friend Ronald Fry had treated Mervyn and his friends, Teddy and Mickey, to a fortnight’s cruise of the Norwegian fjords in the very same ship, the hilarious consequences observed in my novel, The Merry Millionaire.
It was little wonder then that Ron chose the Viceroy to convey Mervyn and himself to Egypt, since he knew her even better than Mervyn due to his previous cruise of the South Atlantic in 1934.
The snobbish, spoiled, working class, Mervyn Watson would have oggled at the splendid opulence of his surroundings as he dined in the George V dining saloon or reluctantly danced the tango with the amorous Miss Plunket Dillon encircled by the Georgian pilasters of the Music Room. Here Mervyn cavorted with his friends, Mickey and Teddy, as they amused the other passengers in their hilarious fancy dress costumes.
Who might Mervyn be behind the false beards and fancy headdresses?
Might Mervyn have partaken of some of the delicacies seen here in these Peninsular and Orient menus in the grand George V Dining Room?
Then taken a plunge in the Pompeiian swimming pool down on E Deck.
Far better to join his friend Ron for scotch and sodas in the austere splendour of the Jacobean Smoking Room, gazing at the crossed sabres over the mantle piece while sucking on the best Havana cigar.
Then to his bed in the adjoining suite to Ron’s, the splash of sea spray on their portholes heard through the separating door, the gentle purr of the latest electric turbine engines the merest vibration through his cotton flock mattress. However, all this luxury and decadence can sometimes spoil a chap, as we are about to discover as The Viceroy silently sails on.