“He is forty, very dark, has a black mustache, and a vivid V-shaped scar on his left cheek,” said the detective.
“Why, that’s Mr. Blank, who occupies stateroom No. 22.”
“Produce him and we will try to identify him.”
“Certainly, if you have a warrant for his arrest.”
“Here it is,” said the detective, exhibiting the paper.
The purser went off in search of Mr. Blank.
In ten minutes he returned empty handed.
The individual in question had vanished.
Every one now started off in search of him, and he was finally discovered hiding in one of the coal bunkers below.
He presented a very dirty and ruffled appearance when they hauled him up on deck, struggling and swearing furiously.