"I'll be straightforward with you," said Uros, looking the captain full in the eyes. "I think the murdered man is the Slav who left your ship ten days ago."
"You don't say so!" exclaimed the captain, astonished and grieved.
"I believe so."
"The one for whose murder your friend was arrested?"
"Exactly."
"Strange—very strange," said the captain, who had taken off his shoe and was rubbing his stockinged foot, "and the murderer?"
"The man who has been ill ever since."
"Vassili?"
"You've said it."
"But have you any proofs?"