“I don’t think so. The boat seemed to be waiting for him.”
“Maybe he had business with the master of the Portugal ship—a matter of earrings for the crew, belike.”
“But he came down in a sneaking sort of way, as if he didn’t want to be seen.”
“Steady, my lad; don’t you go for to be too sharp, getting fancies into your head. It’s none of your business, what Mr. Slocum does; and if he didn’t wish to be seen, he won’t thank you for talking about it. So take my advice and keep your mouth shut.”
CHAPTER THE THIRD
THE ASSAULT
Next day, when Martin was preparing to put up the shutters of the shop in Cheapside, Mr. Slocum called him.
“Here, you Leake, you’re not to go home yet. There’s a parcel to be taken to an address in Middle Temple Lane. It must go without fail this evening, and you’ll have to wait for it.”
“Very well, sir,” said Martin.