Let us find that locket.

But do not force it open.
Give it to me as it is.

Let us find the papers." "There are no papers," interrupted Captain Clubbe, with a calm deliberation quite untouched by his companion's hurry.
"No papers ?" "No; for Frenchman burnt them before my eyes." Dormer Colville meditated for a moment in silence.

Although his manner was quick, he was perhaps as deliberate in his choice of a question as was Captain Clubbe in answering it.
"Why did he do that?
Did he know who he was?
Did he ever say anything to you about his former life--his childhood--his recollections of France ?" "He was not a man to say much," answered Clubbe, himself no man to repeat much.
Colville had been trying for some time to study the sailor's face, quietly through his cigar smoke.
"Look here, Captain," he said, after a pause.

"Let us understand each other.