In all, it seemed that wonderfully little was known of Mr.Hamilton Fynes.
He had spoken to scarcely a soul on board, and had remained for the greater part of the time in his stateroom.

The captain had not even been aware of his existence till the moment when Mr.Hamilton Fynes had sought him out and handed him an order, signed by the head of his company, instructing him to obey in any respect the wishes of this hitherto unknown passenger.

The tug which had been hired to meet him had gone down the river, so it was not possible, for the moment, to say by whom it had been chartered.

The station-master at Liverpool knew nothing except that the letter presented to him by the dead man was a personal one from a great railway magnate, whose wishes it was impossible to disregard.

There had not been a soul, apparently, upon the steamer who had known anything worth mentioning of Mr.Hamilton Fynes or his business.