“I have reason to think he is.”
“Humph!”
Bradley Wentworth walked away, but kept Gerald under his eye. Soon he saw him promenading with Mr. Brooke, and apparently on very cordial and intimate terms with him.
“The man seems to be a gentleman,” reflected Wentworth, “but he can’t be very sharp to let an uneducated country boy worm himself into his confidence. It doesn’t suit my plans at all. I may get a chance to injure Gerald in his estimation.”
Later in the day he met Noel Brooke promenading the deck.
“A pleasant day, sir,” said Wentworth politely.
“Yes, sir,” answered the English tourist courteously.
“You are an Englishman, I judge?”
“Yes, sir. I presume I show my nationality in my appearance.”