"No; but he had the name right enough," answered the captain, "and the time—a year last February. I always put that job down to Glider. Let's get back while the dark lasts."
"Come to think of it, it's strange Glider should have made a confidant of him," said the other.
"Sized him up, and took his chance for the sake of the missus," returned the captain.
"I'm not going back until I've seen whether he's got other papers about him."
"He chucked his clothes overboard," said the captain.
"He'd keep papers tied round him, maybe. I'll soon find out."
There was a heavy tread, and the opening of the door of the cabin aft. There was the rending of cloth, and the man swore the whole time, perhaps to keep up his courage for the horrible task.
"Nothing!" he said, coming back into the saloon-cabin. "Say, captain, supposing it's all a plant—a trap!"
There was a pause and my hand went to my revolver. If the suggestion should take root, would they not at once search the galley?
"He'd a mind to get the lot, that was his game," said the captain.