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No answer. Question repeated. Same result.
Then the steward drew aside the curtains, and was transformed into the whitest faced being aboard that s.h.i.+p. For what he saw was a man lying there with his throat cut.
To bound out of that cabin and fetch the doctor and captain was the work of a few moments.
"Suicide."
One word the steward had let drop, and it spread all over the s.h.i.+p like wildfire.
But the doctor shook his head at the suggestion the moment he saw the body.
"What is it?" inquired the captain; "don't you think it suicide?"
"No," answered the doctor laconically; "murder."
"Murder!"
"Yes."
"Who occupied the other berth? Where is he? Find him. What? went ash.o.r.e at Queenstown--don't know whether he came back on tender? Who received the mails? Tell him to come here."
The officer sent for came.
It was in his watch that the tender departed and returned. Had noticed a red-haired man who had come aboard at Liverpool.
"Pa.s.senger of this berth was red-haired," interjected the steward.
"Go on," said the captain; "did you see the man come back on the tender?
Is he aboard?"
The officer scratched his head and replied:
"Come to think of it, sir, I don't remember that he did come back."
"Are you sure?"
"Well, yes, I am, sir. It was very early morning when we touched, and I noted that only one pa.s.senger went on the tender."
"Sure it was the occupant of this berth?"
"Must have been, sir," interrupted the steward, "because when I rapped for letters and telegrams the red-haired man asked whether he could go ash.o.r.e, and how long he could stop."
"And you----?"
"Told him, sir. I didn't actually see him go, but he was already dressed."
The captain turned to the officer who had received the mails.
"Are you sure the man did not come back on the tender?"
"Yes, sir. Certain, now I come to remember."
"He has escaped, then," said the captain. Then, looking at his watch, he continued: "We are nearly twelve hours out from Queenstown. I shall not put back."
"Gives the murderer a good opportunity of escape, doesn't it?" queried the doctor.
"Yes, yes; I know. But we should be more than a dozen hours getting back with this wind, and the s.h.i.+p would be detained. No, I'll go on. Let the American police investigate it."
"Information ought to be furnished as promptly as possible," said the doctor dubiously.
"That's all very well for you, doctor; but what would they say to me as captain of the s.h.i.+p? We will draw up a full report. Just write down as detailed a description of the escaped man as you can, steward. Bryer, run up to the bridge, and tell the mate to steer for any vessel coming in, and fly a flag that we want to communicate. We'll send the description back. That's the best way out of the difficulty, doctor."
It was not the doctor's duty to dispute the captain's authority.
He may have had his own opinion as to what should be done, but he forbore from expressing it. He had his thoughts, and he had his living to get.
The latter fact often prevents a man's thoughts finding their way to his lips. This is an age of discretion--it often pays better than mere valor.
"Been dead over a dozen hours," he said, after examining the body.
"That seems to confirm the idea of murder and escape at Queenstown."
"Better leave all things as they are for the police to examine, eh?"
"Yes."
Disinfectants were put in the cabin, and the door locked.
At the suggestion of the doctor, the captain affixed seals to a piece of tape fastened to the door and its lintel. The s.h.i.+p steamed on.
Ocean bore a secret on her billowy bosom--it was but one added to the myriads buried in her fathomless depths.
CHAPTER IX
A WAITING WIFE'S DISCOVERY
In the sight of the harbor of New York the s.h.i.+p slowed down, and the tender came alongside.
The customs officers and port sanitary authority came aboard.
Soon after the liner was moored at her pier, and in compliance with the signal she had hoisted, the police came on board.
Not a pa.s.senger was allowed to land until the officers had thoroughly gone into their characters, and investigated the details which the captain had thoughtfully put on paper.