"Don't see him," replied Hemming.
"Then now is our chance to shake him for good," said the other, "and the only way I can think of is to put out to sea."
As if he had made the most reasonable suggestion in the world, he paid their score and stepped into the street. Hemming followed to the water-front, too deep in wonder to offer objections, or demand explanations.
CHAPTER VI.
HEMMING HEARS OF THE VILLAIN
Six days later, in a club in Kingston, Jamaica, Hemming ran across a naval officer whom he had met, years ago, at a county ball.
"Hullo, left the army?" asked the sailor.
"Verily," replied Hemming, who could not recall the other's name.
"What—more money?"
"Less."