"You must see what this points to," he remarked.
"It's no' difficult. Somebody has made the wasters drunk, and I ken what sea stories he would start them telling. A gran señor, they said!"
"One of President Altiera's spies! But why do you think he gave them the anisado afterward?"
"He might have wanted them to make trouble, so we'd put them ashore and he could get hold o' them again. Then it's possible it would have suited him if they'd knifed you or me."
"There may be something in that. Anyhow, your going overboard after Pepe ended the matter well. They're not ungrateful; it gives us a hold on them."
"I see that noo, but I did no' stop to think before I jumped," Macallister modestly admitted. "It was what ye might call a stroke o' natural genius. Then, ye see, I threw him in."
Grahame laughed.
"Well, we must keep our eyes open, and get away as soon as we can. I expect to finish with Don Martin to-morrow."
On the following evening Cliffe was sitting with Evelyn in his private room at the International when a mulatto boy brought him in a card.