“You knew somebody was watching us before the shot came,” said Kitty with conviction, recalling his sudden anxiety to have her safely home.
He nodded. “I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to frighten you. I thought it might be somebody quite harmless.”
“Far from it!”
“Kit, I thought I saw the blue of a sailor’s uniform.”
“Oh, then it wasn’t Germans, hiding there till Beeson came back?”
“I may have been mistaken about the clothes, but anybody from the island could have seen us watching Beeson go ashore at his dock.”
“That’s so,” Kitty admitted. “No doubt they have field glasses, too.”
“It wasn’t likely to be anybody from the U-boats. They’d take too much risk coming ashore any time but at night.”
“A sailor’s uniform,” she repeated. “Could it have been Punaro?”
“It’s possible. Of course Cary wears blue, too.”