"Yes, he told me the name of the hotel. I was on the way down there now to see if he had got back."
"Perhaps you can help him as a witness against Captain Hannock," I went on.
"I reckon I can. I ain't a lovin' the captain much, I can tell you."
"I suppose not."
"No, he was a corker to sail under. It was only the old Spitfire that took my eye. But she's gone now——" Tony Dibble wiped the moisture from his eyes. "Too bad! Ought to string 'em up, say I!"
"The law will deal with them, never fear."
Dibble was curious to know the full particulars of the going down of the Spitfire, and walking to a somewhat retired part of the street, I gave them to him. He shook his head over and over again.
"And all my duds a-goin' with her," he said "Who's goin' to pay for them?"
"Captain Hannock ought to."
"So he had! Is that there lawyer at the hotel now?"