She looked out upon the darkness beside him.
“What did the sailor man come here for?” she asked.
“The sailor? Oh, nothing much. It was some rag of that bounder Coghill’s, I think. They said he was planning to get a rise out of us.”
“Do you mean Mr. Colin Coghill?”
“Yes.”
“He went up the coast to San Felipe three days ago. His brother has just died there.”
“How do you know?”
“Mrs. Pennington told me.”
“Oh, well, it was some other fellow’s rag, then.”
“He did not look to me to be the sort of man concerned in a rag. You say that his name was Harker? It seemed to me that I had met him somewhere. His face seemed familiar. Won’t you tell me what the rag is or was to be?”