And the discomfited skipper of the Ann reluctantly handed over a fully loaded revolver, which he had been in the act of drawing from his pocket when he chanced to look down the barrel of the automatic pistol.
"Thanks," said Calamity as he took it. "Now for those papers, if you'll be so kind."
Without a word, the other unlocked the box and handed over a bundle of documents. Calamity glanced over them hastily and then smiled.
"Your other papers, Captain," he said.
"Other papers! What other papers d'you mean? They're all there."
"I think not. If you wish to avoid trouble, you will fetch out your alternative papers at once. You didn't hoist the German ensign without having something to justify it."
"I swear that——"
"Don't," broke in Calamity. "I can do all the swearing I want for myself."
"But I can't give you what I haven't got!"
Calamity leant across the table till his face almost touched the other's.