"Why, nobody. To be sure, one of the passengers was down on me; but what does that matter now?"
"It matters greatly—it matters terribly. Who was this passenger?"
"He called himself the Reverend John Hazel. He suspected something or other; and what with listening here, and watching there, he judged the ship was never to see England, and I always fancied he told the lady."
"What, was there a lady there?"
"Ay, worse luck, sir; and a pretty girl she was. Coming home to England to die of consumption; so our surgeon told me."
"Well, never mind her. The clergyman! This fills me with anxiety. A clerk suspecting us at Sydney, and a passenger suspecting us in the vessel. There are two witnesses against us already."
"No; only one."
"How do you make that out?"
"Why, White's clerk and the parson, they was one man."
Wardlaw stared in utter amazement.