'Einer wasn't there.'
'Where was he?'
'I ain't sayin' where 'e is.'
'What about his wife?'
'She won't say nuffink.'
'Does she know where Schreuder is being taken?'
'She might guess. But she wouldn't talk.' He got up and staggered as the table on which he had leaned his weight tilted.
I pushed him back again into his seat. 'Sit down,' I said. 'There are still one or two things I want to ask you. What happened this morning — yesterday morning, rather? You heard the catcher go by in the mist. You probably saw it. Then you heard shouts and a few minutes later a man was swimming towards your boats. Were you down below then?'
'No. I'd come fer a breaver an' a pipe. I'd still got me things on. I was just takin' a little rest.'
'And what happened? You pulled him on board. But what made you up anchor and clear out so quickly? You must have known the catcher would be searching for the man.'