“Why not?” said Mr Harley, sharply. “I am always to be seen.”
“You were watched, master; and I was watched.”
“Watched! Who watched me?”
“Murad’s men. They were everywhere.”
“Murad’s men? Watching?”
“Yes, master, it is true. They lay about in boats or idled, chewing their betel on the shore and landing-stage. They would seem to you like common people who had nothing to do, but they were all watching carefully the while.”
“And would they have stopped you?”
“Yes, master; they did.”
“Then you have kept this message all the time in spite of this?”
“Yes, master.”