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Updated: June 7, 2025
The occasional rattle of a winch, jarring harshly on the music, told that the Danish boat was working cargo. A faint, warm breeze blew off the land, and there was a flicker of green and blue phosphorescence as the sea washed about the end of the mole. "I wonder how you'll feel if Kenwardine doesn't come," Jake said presently, looking at Dick, who did not answer.
But Jake was right on one point; Kenwardine might play for high stakes, but gambling was not his main occupation. He had some more important business. The theft of the plans, however, offered no clue to this. Kenwardine was an adventurer and might have thought he could sell the drawings, but since he had left England shortly afterwards, it was evident that he was not a regular foreign spy.
Señor Kenwardine knew it would have been a mistake to show he thought I suspected him and that he had something to conceal. We were both very frank, to a point, and now and then talked about the complications that might spring from the coaling business.
"You have forgotten that Herr Kenwardine gave me a key." "I didn't know he had," Clare answered. "But won't you sit down?" He moved a chair to a spot where his white clothes were less conspicuous, though Clare noted that he did so carelessly and not as if he wished to hide himself. Then he put a small linen bag on the table.
He glanced round, and felt he had been too frank, as his eyes rested on Clare. He could not see her face, but thought she was listening. "Then it looks as if he believed we were dangerous people for you to associate with," Kenwardine remarked, with a smile. "Well, I suppose we're not remarkable for the conventional virtues."
Besides, the lad was something of a seaman and would be useful on board the launch, because Dick did not mean to join the steamer Kenwardine traveled by, but to catch another at a port some distance off. "Well," he said, "I suppose I must give in."
The soft splash of falling water was soothing and the spray cooled the air. "It is very pretty," Clare said while they waited. "I wish we could make our patio like this." "We may be able to do so when Brandon and his friends bring us the water," Kenwardine replied with a quick glance at the girl. "Have you seen him recently?" "Not for three or four weeks," said Clare.
Men who did not play cards came to the house in the daytime and occasionally late at night, and Kenwardine, who wrote a good many letters, now and then went away down the coast. There was a mystery about his occupation that puzzled and vaguely alarmed her, and she could turn to nobody for advice. She had refused her aunt's offer of a home and knew it would not be renewed.
"You can take ours up," said Don Sebastian, who indicated Kenwardine. "Leave this gentleman's for the present." Kenwardine did not object, but Jake, who was watching him, thought he saw, for the first time, a hint of uneasiness in his look. Then Don Sebastian got up. "I must think over Señor Kenwardine's suggestion, and you may want to talk to him," he said, and went out.
A bath is a luxury in the Caribbean, but white men who have lived any time in the tropics prefer it warm, and Dick saw why the passengers had chosen the port alleyway. He decided to take the other, since Kenwardine would then be on the opposite side of the ship. "We'll have the starboard rooms," he said. "One can go without a bath for once, and you'll no doubt reach Kingston to-morrow night."
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