I held these out to Watkins.
"Cut since the murder," I said harshly, "and by the same knife." "Who was in here, sir." "The steward, Gunsaules.

He didn't do the job, but I believe I know who did.

We'll try the port stateroom aft.

Stand by; there's likely to be two of them." The door was unlocked and opened noiselessly, but I took no chances, thinking this possibly a ruse.

Gloomy as the interior appeared in the weird light with banks of fog driving against the ports, a single swift glance convinced me it was deserted.