“Come here, fly man,” said Warner to Dick Trimmons. “I haven’t paid you for the lift you gave me. Take the coin now, and please tell me who the gent was you took over, as you told me, so early to Newhaven?”
“I don’t know his name; he is a stranger in Seaford, but now I come to think of it, he is uncommonly like the tall gentleman you’re after.”
“How was he dressed?”
“He looked like a yachtsman, sir.”
“There is a yacht lying in the harbour,” said Mr Strive, “but I don’t think Trimmons’s fare was anyone you’re looking for.”
“Don’t know so much about that,” said Warner.
“I’m not myself sure,” said Harry Goodall, “but you can mention the fact to the harbour-master, Gray.”
“All right, sir.”
“I would recommend you now, gentlemen,” said Mr Strive, “to make the most of your time, and if we can hear anything that will assist you, either of us can give information where it will be thankfully received, without mentioning localities or names.”
“A good idea,” cried Mr Goodall. “And now, do you happen to have a road-side inn near here?”