Nothing could have been plainer than that the man was looking for somebody.
He went part way through the cabin, giving stealthy, side glances at the men on the seats.
When he came to the doorway that led to the upper deck, he went up.
“He won’t find Snell up there, I think,” said Patsy to himself, as he got up and went forward.
The detective went as far as the door that opened upon the forward deck.
Looking through it, he saw Snell leaning against the rail.
Nobody else was out there.
At that moment the boat had hardly got beyond the end of the ferry slip.
Patsy sat down where he could look the length of the men’s cabin and also glance through the glass in the door at the forward deck.