He listened for a bit then dropped the revolver and scrambled out on deck like mad." The old fellow struck the table with his ponderous fist.
"What makes me sick is to hear these silly boat-men telling people the captain committed suicide.

Pah! Captain Harry was a man that could face his Maker any time up there, and here below, too.

He wasn't the sort to slink out of life.

Not he! He was a good man down to the ground.

He gave me my first job as stevedore only three days after I got married." As the vindication of Captain Harry from the charge of suicide seemed to be his only object, I did not thank him very effusively for his material.
And then it was not worth many thanks in any case.
For it is too startling even to think of such things happening in our respectable Channel in full view, so to speak, of the luxurious continental traffic to Switzerland and Monte Carlo.