The captain of the Ranger nodded.
“Yes, Blake,” he answered. “Then you too, have thought the same! It must be he.”
“I’ll see in a moment,” and the boy started to his feet.
“Sit down,” said John Paul Jones. “Before we betray our presence here let us consider what it might mean.”
“You are right, sir.” Ethan took his seat once more, and waited for the other to go on.
“I think we spoke of a directing mind that Siki would probably meet in France—the plotter that commanded him to enlist on the Ranger and endeavor to steal the secret dispatch.”
“We did.”
“I think that the Lascar and his master have met, and that they have not yet given up hope of succeeding.”
Just then a voice from the supper room spoke out sharp and full.
“Siki did well, Blake. And if you had given him any aid my plans would have carried.”