“We are friends?” he asked eagerly.
She lifted her eyebrows, still smiling.
“I should never reach your ideal of friendship. Keep it for Mr Forbes.”
Hugh pressed in from behind, laden with bundles.
“Here’s everything, as far as I can see, but if you find anything, Dick, leave it with Bennett in Bergen. You’re a villain, not to come along with us.” Then, in a whisper, “Wish me well, old fellow!”
He had only time to spring on shore, the vessel backed slowly away from the pier, the figures faded into darkness, the spectral inn presented its squares of steady light. Wareham stood watching, then, with something like a groan, turned away, and flung himself down where Anne had sat among the luggage.