“Are you of German descent?”
“There is not a drop of German blood in me, so far as I know, sir.”
“Do you speak German?”
“A little, sir.”
Lord Hastings looked at the man closely, and demanded suddenly:
“What is the matter with your hand?”
“I was helping Smith in the engine room, sir, and a heavy block fell on it, sir.”
“Let me see it.”
Slowly the sailor unwrapped the bandage and exposed his hand. It was very red across the top, and Frank, glancing at it, believed that the mark could have well been caused by the blow of a revolver butt.
“I should say he is the man, sir,” he said quietly to Lord Hastings.