And this time there was a sound of violence in his voice.
"There was somebody on board of the Loulia who must have wished for your death."
"But who—who? The Nubians? Ibrahim? Hamza?"
Isaacson did not answer. He could not answer at that moment.
"I treated them well, I paid them well, they had everything they could possibly want. They had an easy time. They all seemed fond of us. They were fond of us. I know they were."
"I don't say they were not."
"Then what d'you mean? There was nobody else on board with me."
"Yes, there was."
"There was? Then I never saw him! Do you mean to say there was some one hidden on board? What are you talking about, Isaacson?"
He was becoming greatly, almost angrily excited.