“Have you read his replies?”
Don Sebastian shrugged. “What do you expect? They do not tell us much, but it looks as if Señor Kenwardine means to visit Kingston soon.”
“But it’s in Jamaica; British territory.”
“Just so,” said the Spaniard, smiling. “Señor Kenwardine is a bold and clever man. His going to Kingston would have thrown us off the scent if we had not known as much as we do; but it would have been dangerous had he tried to hide it and we had found it out. You see how luck favors us?”
“What is your plan?”
“We will follow Kenwardine. He will be more or less at our mercy on British soil, and, if it seems needful, there is a charge you can bring against him. He stole some army papers.”
Dick started. “How did you hear of that?”
“Clever men are sometimes incautious, and he once spoke about it to his daughter,” Don Sebastian answered with a shrug. “Our antagonists are not the only people who have capable spies.”
The intrigue and trickery he had become entangled in inspired Dick with disgust, but he admitted that one could not be fastidious in a fight with a man like his antagonist.
“Very well,” he said, frowning, “I’ll go; but it must be understood that when he’s beaten you won’t decide what’s to be done with the man without consulting me.”