"What is it you want ?" I drew him a few paces further along the deck, so that, if possible, the other passengers, who were standing near, should not hear what I had to say to him.
"I have to tell you," I said, "that I hold a warrant for your arrest on the charge of murdering one, Joseph Spainton, on the night of July the nineteenth of this year.

I must caution you that anything you may say will be used as evidence against you." The nearest electric light shone full and clear upon his face, and I noticed that a queer expression had suddenly made its appearance upon it.

Apart from that, he did not seem at all surprised at his arrest.
"So you have found it out after all," he said.

"I thought I was going to evade suspicion and get away safely.

You would not have caught me then.
It is Fate, I suppose." He shrugged his shoulders and said something under his breath in Italian.
"Must I go ashore with you ?" he asked.
"If you please," I answered, marvelling that he should take it so coolly.
Then turning his dark eyes upon me, he continued-- "Senor, in Italy I am a gentleman, and my name, which is not Gairdi, is an honoured one.