"Perhaps," the other answered, in a voice that sounded like a dubious one. "But--but--these things----"
"Are worth money. True. Yet listen. He will have a bag of fifty guineas on him which I shall have handed over to him for another purpose."
"Fifty guineas!"
"Ay. And when you return to England another fifty for you, if he--has--fallen overboard. Also still another fifty----"
"Another fifty! Making a hundred!"
"Making a hundred, if a woman on board that ship has also--by accident--or through despair--fallen over. A woman calling herself Anne Bufton."
"Why! That is your name!"
"Calling herself by my name. You understand?"
"Yes. I understand. And about the money too. Fifty guineas in the man's pocket; a hundred more when I return if--if--these accidents, or suicides, have happened. And it will be the second man."
"The second man. Masked."