The Ends of Justice by Fred M. White — Read

Bath stood there, unable to say more for the moment. He made not the slightest attempt to pick up the cigar that smouldered on the greasy deck at his feet.

Here was the very last man in the world that he had expected to see, the one he most dreaded. And they met face to face thus on Renton's own ship. Bath wondered if he would recognise it. There was very little about ocean-going craft of any kind that Renton was not familiar with.