Kenton bent over and touched him on the shoulder.
“Are you Captain Dolan?” he asked.
The old man looked up, one hand still resting upon the motionless body beside which he knelt.
“I am,” he said simply.
“I understand this man—Terence McFadden, his name is?—”
Captain Dolan nodded.
“I understand he was on board your ship tonight?”
“Yes,” said Captain Dolan, rising to his feet.
“What time did he leave?”
“’Twas not more than half an hour ago, officer. Shortly after midnight, I would say. He was just aboard for a little farewell banquet, y’understand—just a friendly visit, eating and drinking and the like, before I leave at daybreak for another trip. I’m going down the coast.”