“I believe you know Ruth Osborne,” Clay went on with a searching glance at him.
Jimmy was taken off his guard, and Clay noticed his slight start and change of expression.
“I met Miss Osborne on board the Empress,” he replied cautiously.
Clay smiled.
“Well,” he said, “she’s a girl who makes an impression, and my notion is that her character matches her looks.” He paused and went on with a thoughtful air: “Anyhow, she wouldn’t have Aynsley.”
Jimmy colored. Clay’s manner was significant, but not hostile. Ill as the man was, Jimmy imagined that he was cleverly playing a game, and, with some object, was trying to turn his recent opponent into an ally. For all that, Jimmy thought his motive was good.
“I mustn’t keep you talking too long,” Jimmy said. He did not wish to discuss Miss Osborne.
“I soon get tired; but there’s something I must mention. You’ll clean the wreck out in a few hours, and then you may as well blow her up. My diver will help you, and we have some high-grade powder and a firing outfit.”
“It might be wise. If she washed up nearer the bight she would be dangerous. The island’s charted, and I dare say vessels now and then run in.”
Clay looked at him with a faint twinkle.