“What is the man’s name?”
“Martin Murdock.”
“Whom did he murder?”
“His stepson, a boy named Joe Crosby.”
“Why was the crime committed?”
“So Murdock could inherit the boy’s fortune.”
“Purser, have we a man of that name aboard?”
“No, sir,” the purser replied, in positive tones.
“Perhaps he has taken a fictitious name,” hinted Reynard.
“True. He had ample reason to,” admitted the captain. “Try to describe him. We might recognize him that way.”