“What are you doing on board the Wizard?” he asked.
“My errand is exactly the same as your own,” smiled Kenyon. “I came to find Forrester.”
A light of intelligence crossed the countenance of Farbush.
“Ah, I think I understand!” exclaimed he. “You received my message after all.”
“It is very seldom that I miss anything of importance,” evaded Kenyon, evenly. “It is a thing that I have drilled myself to, you see.”
“And when you learned the circumstances, you suspected Forrester of the burglary,” cried Farbush, triumphantly. “Hong Yo said that you would not—that like himself you had confidence in the traitor.”
Kenyon drew the cigarette smoke deeply into his lungs, and expelled it slowly.
“I am astonished at Hong Yo’s trusting anybody,” commented he.
“It was not trust,” spoke the Chinaman, coughing hollowly. “It was my fixed belief that it was to his advantage to remain faithful.”
“A fool can never be trusted even to see an advantage,” declared Farbush.