“We don’t examine suspects that way,” said the inspector. “You’ll have to come with me.” Simonski, plainly annoyed, turned to give some directions to the cabin boy. The latter, wishing to earn an even larger fee if possible, reached for the cane. “I’ll keep it,” he said, “until you get back.” Simonski apparently did not hear him, for he turned on his heel and walked away, with his cane still swinging jauntily on his arm. Willie was in a quandary. He thought Simonski would be taken to an office on the pier and searched. He didn’t know whether he himself would be allowed in the place unless he told who he was. That he did not want to do. He said nothing but walked along almost abreast of the inspector. To his surprise, the latter went aboard the ship, preceded by Simonski. Willie followed hard on their heels. An officer was near the gangway. “I want a room to search a suspect,” said the inspector. “Use one of these staterooms,” said the officer, pointing along the deck. “They’re all empty now.” The inspector and his prisoner passed into the ship. Willie followed. At the first stateroom the inspector threw open the door and Simonski entered. The inspector noticed Willie, who had followed close behind them. “I wish you’d step in here a moment,” he said. “I might need help.” Willie entered the stateroom and closed the door. “Lock it,” said the inspector. Willie turned the key. “Now get your duds off,” said the inspector to Simonski. The traveler put his cane in the bunk, sat down on the front edge of the bunk, and began to undress. With absolute thoroughness the inspector examined every stitch the man handed him. He pressed every inch of cloth between his finger and his thumb, but nothing larger than a grain of dust could be felt. The most careful search failed to reveal a single thing that seemed suspicious. “Put your clothes on,” said the inspector. Then he stepped out in the corridor, followed by Willie. The latter hesitated a moment, then told the inspector who he was. “I knew who you were,” said the inspector. Willie gasped with surprise. “How did you know?” he asked. “Mr. King telephoned up about you so you wouldn’t be ordered off the pier. When I saw a cabin boy hanging around while I was going through that bird’s stuff, I knew well enough who you were.” “What are we going to do about Simonski?” inquired Willie. “Nothing. Let him go. We haven’t a thing on which we can hold him. Just the same I believe he has smuggled some stuff through in some way.” Willie went to a near-by stateroom and sat down. He felt certain the man he had been watching was a smuggler. Something seemed to tell him that despite the search the man had diamonds. Where could he possibly have them hidden?