"I 'm dished!" she murmured, as she sat there breathing audibly through the darkness. "I 'm dished for this coast!"
He sat down beside her, staring at the search-light. There seemed something reassuring, something authoritative and comforting, in the thought of it watching there in the darkness.
The girl touched him on the knee and then shifted her position on the coping tiles, without rising to her feet.
"Come here!" she commanded. And when he was close beside her she pointed with her thin white arm. "That's Saint Poalo there—you can just make it out, up high, see. And those lights are the Boundary Gate. And this sweep of lights below here is the Praya. Now look where I 'm pointing. That's the Luiz Camoes lodging-house. You see the second window with the light in it?"
"Yes, I see it."
"Well, Binhart 's inside that window."
"You know it?"
"I know it."
"So he 's there?" said Blake, staring at the vague square of light.
"Yes, he's there, all right. He's posing as a buyer for a tea house, and calls himself Bradley. Lee Fu told me; and Lee Fu is always right."