"What's that?" he asked, as a quick, firm step was heard near them.
"It is he, Leicester Dodson," said the captain, as Leicester's stalwart figure moved past the lane. "He is always hanging about on the watch. Rest assured that very few nights will pass before he has unearthed the secret. Remember his own words to me."
Job looked seaward, and a determined light came into his eyes.
"He is going up the cliffs at a good pace," he said. "Perhaps he's going up to the coastguard now."
"Not unlikely," said the captain.
Job nodded, grimly.
"He must be got rid of."
The captain's heart beat fast.
"What!" he said. "You think it would be easy to tip Mr. Leicester over these cliffs?"