"Mr. Dixon said so," retorted the captain sullenly.
"Very well, listen now; Mr. Dixon told a downright damned lie. My name is Maurice Wallion, and I am a detective from Sweden, and this gentleman" (pointing to Tom) "is my friend and assistant, Mr. Murner."
Captain Hawkins stared distrustfully at him. "Anybody might say that," he growled.
"But I can swear that it is so."
"In that case there should be no difficulty in proving your identity."
"My own papers have been lost, and Murner's have been taken away from him."
The captain shook his head. "Excuse me if I don't believe you; besides, what business could you have on board Mr. Dixon's yacht?"
"My business here is to arrest Ricardo Ferail for murder and theft, and Dixon and Corman for aiding and abetting," Wallion said very quietly.
Captain Hawkins stared as if he had heard something perfectly impossible. "You're a good 'un," he said scornfully, "you can tell that tale to the marines."
"Then you don't believe what I say?"