Darrow looked up sharply. "Why, yes," he admitted. "So he did. I had hoped" He checked himself. "I had thought that all of the crew went the same way. You didn't find any of the others?"
"None."
Darrow got to his feet. "I think I'd like to see Eagen—Slade—whatever he calls himself."
"I don't know," began the captain. "It might not be" He hesitated and stopped.
Darrow drew back a little, misinterpreting the other's attitude. "Do I understand that I am under restraint?" he asked stiffly.
"Certainly not. Why should you be?"
"Well," returned the other contemplatively, "it really might be regarded as a subject for investigation. Of course I know only a small part of it. But there have certainly been suspicious circumstances. Piracy there has been: no doubt of that. Murder, too, if my intuitions are not at fault. Or at least, a disappearance to be accounted for. Robbery can't be denied. And there's a dead body or two to be properly accredited." He looked the captain in the eye.
"Well?"
"You'll find my story highly unsatisfactory in detail, I fancy. I merely want to know whether I'm to present it as a defence, or only an explanation."
"We shall be glad to hear your story when you are ready to tell it—after you have seen Mr. Slade."
"Thank you," said Darrow simply. "You have heard his?"
"Yes. It needs filling in."
"When may I see him?"
