For the rest of the day he idled about the ship. The Port Sybil was due to leave at four o'clock, and when the first warning bell had sounded he went below to take his leave.
He found her much calmer.
"I would like to ask one question," she said. "It is not like the police to provide me with money, and to reserve such a cabin as this for my use—who is behind this?"
"I wondered whether you would ask that," said T. B. "Sir George was very generous——"
"Sir George Calliper!" she gasped. "You have not dared——"
"Yes, it needed some daring," admitted T. B., "to wake an eminent banker out of his beauty sleep to relate such a story as I had to tell—but he was very nice about it."
She brooded for some moments.
"You will be sorry for this," she said. "The Nine Men will know much sooner than you imagine."
"Before they know this they will know other things," he said. And with this utterance he left her.
He stood watching the great steamer moving slowly down the Mersey. He had left the wardress on board to make the voyage, and the other detective had remained to report.