“One of them did.”
“Where from—England?”
“I don’t think so. The voice I heard called him a secret service man. I thought he meant an American.”
“What’s he doing here,” inquired Gunseyt, lapsing into a matter-of-fact manner.
“I don’t know. The man didn’t say.”
“Well,” admitted Gunseyt; “of course, I might have been mistaken in my recognition of Lantry, or Watson. No man should be cock-sure about anything. But the man who thought he recognized him as a detective might be mistaken too. So, you see there you are. But there’s a bit of evidence on my side that he hasn’t got on his. You saw Watson come out of your stateroom and found he’d been ransacking your trunks.”
“Yes—but—”
“But what?”
“If he’s a detective—”
“Yes?”