Suddenly she asked:
“Did he wear smoked-glasses when you knew him in the old days?�
“No—his eyes were as good as mine, Saidee.â€�
“How long ago was that?�
“Five—six years. I saw him on a Blue Funnel liner out of Southampton. He didn’t wear glasses then.â€�
“It’s a new trick,� she said. “It’s uncanny.�
“Are they the same kind of lenses as were in the pair I threw into the sea? The same bows and color?�
“The glass is the same—almost opaque! I didn’t get a very good look at the ones you tossed away.â€�
“They were almost black. I guess they are the same. We’ll have to get his pair if we want to appease Sir Richard and the Yard. I’ll get into his cabin and have it out with him. Perhaps he’ll tell me the secret. If he don’t—â€�
Fay paused and closed his lips in a straight line. His eyes swung forward and away from the girl. His hand dropped to his pocket. It came out with the tiny revolver nestled in his palm.