There was no place for a man to hide, yet I could not convince myself of its emptiness until I peered into the disarranged bunk, and surveyed every shadowed corner.
Watkins watched me curiously, turning his head occasionally to stare out into the lighted cabin behind.

The situation baffled me completely--that Sanchez had done the deed, informed by the steward of what was occurring on board and rendered desperate by that report, was clear enough in my mind; but what had become of the man?
He could not have escaped overboard, as the ports were screwed down, and his appearance on the open deck above would have surely been observed.

His place of concealment must remain aft in the cabin, and if so, he must be discovered by immediate search.

I ordered Watkins to take the lantern from the rack and follow me from stateroom to stateroom.

We began with Dorothy's, finding none of them locked until we came to where Manuel was held prisoner.