“Is he a young man, who looks as if he might be a sort of society darling--plenty of money and nothing to do but to blow it in?” “That fits him.” “Tall, rather light-brown hair, gray eyes, and straight nose?” “That’s a photograph of him,” replied Lawton. “You’ve got his description all right. What about him?” “Nothing much.” As the detective lieutenant said this carelessly, he took a pair of handcuffs from the left-hand pocket of his coat and placed them in one on the right. The captain started. This looked like serious business for somebody. So long as it was not for himself, however, he did not care. Excitement was pleasant to him, as a rule. “What do you want him for?” he asked, in a low tone. “He has kept himself away from me and the other officers all through the trip. I didn’t think much about it, but I can see now why it was.” “That was the reason,” remarked Sawyer dryly. “He’s charged with stealing about eighty thousand dollars’ worth of diamonds and other jewelry from Mr. Stephen Reed, of New York.” “What, the multimillionaire?” exclaimed the captain. Sawyer nodded. “Holy smoke!” ejaculated Lawton. “I heard of that job before I left New York. But it never struck me that I had the man who did it right on my ship. Why, say!” he added eagerly, moved by a sudden thought. “Well?” “I’ll bet it was he who took my six hundred dollars! I’ll----” Captain Lawton made a dive across the saloon toward the door of a stateroom. Sawyer grinned momentarily, straightening his face before the other could look around. “Wait a minute, captain!” he ordered. “Don’t ask him anything about your six hundred. Leave that to me.” “I’d like to take him by the throat and throttle the money out of him,” hissed Lawton. “I dare say. But that wouldn’t be according to law. Let me handle him. If he has your money, I’ll guarantee that you’ll get it back.” “All right!” answered the captain reluctantly. “If I have your word, why----” “Well, you have my word,” was the quick assurance. “I’ll hide behind this curtain at the foot of the companionway until you bring him out of his stateroom. He’s a desperate man, for all that he looks so meek in general, and I don’t want to have a fight here. It isn’t necessary, and I always like to do my work in a quiet way--when I can.” “What shall I say he is wanted for?” asked Lawton, hesitating. “Tell him he has to sign a declaration for the customs department. Be sure you don’t give him a hint that there is anything wrong.” “I’m not afraid of him,” snapped the captain. “Of course you’re not. I don’t mean that he would hurt you--or me, either. But he might have a gun handy, and send a bullet through his own head. That’s all.” “I’ll be careful,” promised Lawton, as he went to the door of the stateroom and knocked. Sawyer was behind the sailcloth curtain that protected the saloon from the wind in bad weather, but he could see everything done from a narrow chink.