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Presently
I
observed
someone
leave
the
house
and
saunter
along
the
cliff
.
When
I
got
my
glasses
on
him
I
saw
it
was
an
old
man
,
wearing
white
flannel
trousers
,
a
blue
serge
jacket
,
and
a
straw
hat
.
He
carried
field-glasses
and
a
newspaper
,
and
sat
down
on
one
of
the
iron
seats
and
began
to
read
.
Sometimes
he
would
lay
down
the
paper
and
turn
his
glasses
on
the
sea
.
He
looked
for
a
long
time
at
the
destroyer
.
I
watched
him
for
half
an
hour
,
till
he
got
up
and
went
back
to
the
house
for
his
luncheon
,
when
I
returned
to
the
hotel
for
mine
.
I
was
n't
feeling
very
confident
.
This
decent
common-place
dwelling
was
not
what
I
had
expected
.
The
man
might
be
the
bald
archaeologist
of
that
horrible
moorland
farm
,
or
he
might
not
.
He
was
exactly
the
kind
of
satisfied
old
bird
you
will
find
in
every
suburb
and
every
holiday
place
.
If
you
wanted
a
type
of
the
perfectly
harmless
person
you
would
probably
pitch
on
that
.
But
after
lunch
,
as
I
sat
in
the
hotel
porch
,
I
perked
up
,
for
I
saw
the
thing
I
had
hoped
for
and
had
dreaded
to
miss
.
A
yacht
came
up
from
the
south
and
dropped
anchor
pretty
well
opposite
the
Ruff
.
She
seemed
about
a
hundred
and
fifty
tons
,
and
I
saw
she
belonged
to
the
Squadron
from
the
white
ensign
.
So
Scaife
and
I
went
down
to
the
harbour
and
hired
a
boatman
for
an
afternoon
's
fishing
.
I
spent
a
warm
and
peaceful
afternoon
.
We
caught
between
us
about
twenty
pounds
of
cod
and
lythe
,
and
out
in
that
dancing
blue
sea
I
took
a
cheerier
view
of
things
.
Above
the
white
cliffs
of
the
Ruff
I
saw
the
green
and
red
of
the
villas
,
and
especially
the
great
flagstaff
of
Trafalgar
Lodge
.
About
four
o'clock
,
when
we
had
fished
enough
,
I
made
the
boatman
row
us
round
the
yacht
,
which
lay
like
a
delicate
white
bird
,
ready
at
a
moment
to
flee
.
Scaife
said
she
must
be
a
fast
boat
for
her
build
,
and
that
she
was
pretty
heavily
engined
.
Her
name
was
the
Ariadne
,
as
I
discovered
from
the
cap
of
one
of
the
men
who
was
polishing
brasswork
.
I
spoke
to
him
,
and
got
an
answer
in
the
soft
dialect
of
Essex
.
Another
hand
that
came
along
passed
me
the
time
of
day
in
an
unmistakable
English
tongue
.
Our
boatman
had
an
argument
with
one
of
them
about
the
weather
,
and
for
a
few
minutes
we
lay
on
our
oars
close
to
the
starboard
bow
.
Then
the
men
suddenly
disregarded
us
and
bent
their
heads
to
their
work
as
an
officer
came
along
the
deck
.
He
was
a
pleasant
,
clean-looking
young
fellow
,
and
he
put
a
question
to
us
about
our
fishing
in
very
good
English
.
But
there
could
be
no
doubt
about
him
.
His
close-cropped
head
and
the
cut
of
his
collar
and
tie
never
came
out
of
England
.
That
did
something
to
reassure
me
,
but
as
we
rowed
back
to
Bradgate
my
obstinate
doubts
would
not
be
dismissed
.
The
thing
that
worried
me
was
the
reflection
that
my
enemies
knew
that
I
had
got
my
knowledge
from
Scudder
,
and
it
was
Scudder
who
had
given
me
the
clue
to
this
place
.
If
they
knew
that
Scudder
had
this
clue
,
would
they
not
be
certain
to
change
their
plans
?
Too
much
depended
on
their
success
for
them
to
take
any
risks
.
The
whole
question
was
how
much
they
understood
about
Scudder
's
knowledge
.
I
had
talked
confidently
last
night
about
Germans
always
sticking
to
a
scheme
,
but
if
they
had
any
suspicions
that
I
was
on
their
track
they
would
be
fools
not
to
cover
it
.
I
wondered
if
the
man
last
night
had
seen
that
I
recognized
him
.
Somehow
I
did
not
think
he
had
,
and
to
that
I
had
clung
.
But
the
whole
business
had
never
seemed
so
difficult
as
that
afternoon
when
by
all
calculations
I
should
have
been
rejoicing
in
assured
success
.
In
the
hotel
I
met
the
commander
of
the
destroyer
,
to
whom
Scaife
introduced
me
,
and
with
whom
I
had
a
few
words
.
Then
I
thought
I
would
put
in
an
hour
or
two
watching
Trafalgar
Lodge
.
