The blue eyes lived in the brown ones; the hands gripped.
CHAPTER XXXII
THE BROKEN SQUARE
"My name is Caryll—Christopher Caryll."
The other nodded over him.
"Christopher Caryll, called by his mother Kit: an officer of the Sea
Service, eh?"
The boy's eyes brightened.
"Yes, sir. How did you know?"
"I remember a Kit Caryll by name in the Mediterranean in the nineties. And I ought to know the King's uniform, seeing I was a King's officer myself before I took orders."
"A sailor?"