The tug was swung round and they ran up alongside.

The man with the beard leaned over.
"Say, what's your trouble ?" he demanded.
The Inspector stepped forward.
"I want that man you've got under the tarpaulin," he announced.
"Say, you ain't the river police ?" "I'm Inspector French from headquarters," was the curt reply.

"The sooner you hand him over, the better for you." "Do you hear that, O'Toole ?" the other remarked, swinging round on his heel.

"Get up, you blackguard!" A man rose from underneath the oilskin.

He was wearing Craig's clothes, but his face was the face of a stranger.