"Wot, sir?" he queried.
"Where did it happen?"
"Wot happen sir?"
"Young Parmalee's suicide." Blake spoke quietly, calmly.
The steward's eyes shifted.
"Suicide, sir?" he said. "Don't know nothink about it, gov'ner."
Blake pointed to the spot upon the deck.
"What's that, then?" he demanded.
The steward moved, uneasily.
"A spot I just be'n a-cleanin' of, gov'ner."