"Good!" said Sir Stanley, and his last words were: "Don't forget—Boundary is not dead!"
CHAPTER XXXIX
JACK O' JUDGMENT REVEALED
A stoutish, grey-haired man descended from a third-class carriage at Chatham Station and inquired of a porter the way to the dockyard. He carried a lot of carpenter's tools in a straw bag and smoked a short clay pipe. The porter looked at the man with his white, stubby beard critically.
"Trying to get a job, mate?" he asked.
"Why, yes," said the man.
"How old might you be?" demanded the porter.
"Sixty-four," said the other, and the porter shook his head.