'Any notion who it was?'
Ken hesitated a moment.
'I'm not sure,' he answered in a low voice, 'but I've got my suspicions. I think it was Kemp.'
'What—that steward?'
'Yes, the chap who looks after the baths.'
'My word, I wouldn't wonder,' said Burney thoughtfully. 'He's an ugly looking varmint. But why should he be spying on you?'
'Haven't a notion. But I've spotted him watching me more than once since we left Alexandria. I'm going to keep my eye on him pretty closely the rest of the way.'
'Not much time left, old son. They say we'll be in Mudros Bay to-morrow morning.'
'Yes, I heard that. Which reminds me. I'm going down to get a warm bath. It may be the last chance for some time to come.'
This time Ken Carrington said good-night in earnest, and went below.