There's something about a murder," Mr.Coulson concluded, "which kind of takes hold of you if you've ever even shaken hands with either of the parties concerned in it." "Did you see much of the poor fellow during the voyage ?" Sir Charles asked.
"No, nor any one else," Mr.Coulson replied.

"I don't think he was seasick, but he was miserably unsociable, and he seldom left his cabin.
I doubt whether there were half a dozen people on board who would have recognized him afterwards as a fellow-passenger." "He seems to have been a secretive sort of person," Sir Charles remarked.
"He was that," Mr.Coulson admitted.

"Never seemed to care to talk about himself or his own business.

Not that he had much to talk about," he added reflectively.

"Dull sort of life, his.