"Anymore than anyone else on this ship?" he asked. "No, I don't think so." It was a strange feeling, that he wasn't looking over his shoulder constantly. Even with there being a murderer on the ship. Perhaps he was just going mad. It was definitely a possibility.
He wasn't so much concerned about being suspected of murdering the English reporter as the other damage it would do. "The truth of it is I don't want to destroy what good we've done," he admitted. "I can't believe they'll trust me after knowing what I've done." What they did really, but it wasn't as if anyone seemed to trust Mae but him.
"I'm still driving myself in circles about this," he pointed out wryly.