"I know him." "What ?" "You do ?" "Who is it ?" The questions were blurted out together.

The captain looked at the three excited faces.

He hesitated and then, taking the stub of a pencil from his pocket, drew toward him a memorandum pad lying on the table and wrote a line upon the uppermost sheet.

Tearing off the page, he tossed it to Sylvester.
"That's the name," he said..