“I’m going to the police-station to give ’im in charge,” said Mr. Dodds fiercely, “that’s wot I’m goin’ to do.”
“For the Lord’s sake don’t do that, Sam,” said Pilchard, clutching him by the coat.
“’Arry ain’t made away with it, Sam,” said Steve. “I saw somebody take it out of his bunk while he was asleep.”
“Why didn’t you stop him?” cried Harry, starting up.
“I didn’t like to interfere,” said Steve simply; “but I saw where he went to.”
“Where?” demanded Mr. Dodds wildly. “Where?”
“He went straight up on deck,” said Steve slowly, “walked aft, and then down into the cabin. The skipper woke up, and I heard ’im say something to him.”
“Say something to ’im?” repeated the bewildered Dodds. “Wot was it?”
“Well, I ’ardly like to repeat it,” said Steve hesitating.
“Wot was it?” roared the overwrought Mr. Dodds.