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You have said often in my hearing that you suspect every one. Have you suspected me? Sometimes when I have caught that sidelong squint of yours, that studied accidental glance which sees so much, I have felt almost sure that you were far from satisfied that Trehayne was the man he gave himself out to be. I have been useful to you.
Trehayne wrote a pretty hand, firm and clear, the writing of an artist who was also a trained engineer. There was no trace in the script of nervousness or of hesitation. He had carried out his Orders, he saw clearly that the path which he had trod was leading him to the end of his journey, but he made no complaint.
Both are ready waiting for you who will do what I ask and will keep my secret from her. I have the honour to be, sir, Your obedient servant, I folded up the papers and returned them to Dawson, who carefully placed them in his pocket. In the shadows the spirit of Trehayne still seemed to be waiting. I thought for a few minutes, and then rose to my feet.
I shall be sorry to lose him, for he is an exceptionally good man, but we can't allow failures in petty officer detectives any more than we can in chief inspectors." "Where does Trehayne come from? His name sounds Cornish," I asked. "Falmouth, I believe. He is quite young, but he has had nearly three years in the Vernon at Portsmouth and in the torpedo factory at Greenock.
He feared lest in rendering this episode I should turn the limelight upon Trehayne and leave the private of Marines in the shadows. Which is precisely what I have done. From his "sick bed" he sent me a letter explaining that his own honourable weakness of sympathy with an enemy spy was physical, not moral reprehensible failing induced by lack of sleep.
You will be able to watch more closely than even Trehayne, who, I suppose, will also be on board." "Yes. He is coming up soon for instructions. It's his last chance, as it is mine. He sees that he must be held responsible for the wire cutting in the Antinous, and to some slight extent also in the Antigone, and that if anything goes wrong with the Malplaquet he will be dismissed.
"He was an officer on secret service," said I slowly. "An enemy, but a gallant and generous enemy. In love and in war he played the game, Requiescat in pace." "Amen," said Cary. Dawson rose and gripped our hands. "I have the locket and the ring, and I will write as he wished. It is the least that I can do." They buried Trehayne with naval honours as an enemy officer who had died among us.
Don't you go for to slander Trehayne. I watched him die on his feet." Cary turned to me. "What made you think it was Trehayne?" he asked. This was better. I looked at Dawson, who was brooding in his chair with his thoughts far away. He was still seeing those eyes fading out under the glare of the electrics between the steel decks of the Malplaquet!
But in the firing party of Red Marines, whose volleys rang through the wintry air over the body of Trehayne, I espied one whom I was glad to see present.
Cary looked troubled and uneasy. To him a spy had been just a spy he had never envisaged in his simple honest mind such a super-spy as Trehayne. Now nothing was hidden from me; I had within my hands all the secrets of England's Navy. My one difficulty and it was not so great a one as you may think was communication with my country. Never for one moment did it fail.
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