Calamity was silent for some moments, and then he turned once more to the German.
"Did he ever mention my name in your presence?"
"Not often, but he was always trying to find out if you were dead."
A grim smile stole over the Captain's face at this. Somehow it seemed to amuse him.
"But, so far as you know, he was never able to find out for certain?"
"I don't think so, but everyone thought you were dead, except Mr. Vayne."
"Yes, Vayne was the only friend I had," muttered the Captain. He turned sharply to the prisoner. "Did my brother pay you well for assisting him in his rascality?"
"I—I don't understand," faltered the German nervously.
"Nevertheless, I should advise you to try," answered Calamity quietly, "it may save you considerable discomfort. Now, answer my question."
"He paid me well enough while I was in his service," growled the man reluctantly; "but, as for rascality——"