“Nothing, indeed! Tell me at once!”
“I’ve been rowing.”
“Where to?”
“Oh, out to a ship.”
“There aren’t any ships, except the Dutch warship. Was it to her?”
“Yes.”
“To carry our message—my message?”
He squirmed.
“I’m awfully sleepy,” he protested. “It isn’t fair to cross-examine a witness—”
“When was it?” his ruthless interrogator broke in.