I suppose you can't swim under water at all?"
I did not answer his question. I scarcely heard it: cold beads
were bursting through my skin.
"Why should the worst come to the worst?" I whispered. "We
aren't found out, are we?"
"No."
"Then why speak as though we were?"
"We may be; an old enemy of ours is on board."
"An old enemy?"
"Mackenzie."
"Never!"
"The man with the beard who came aboard last."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure! I was only sorry to see you didn't recognize him too."
I took my handkerchief to my face; now that I thought of it,
there had been something familiar in the old man's gait, as well
as something rather youthful for his apparent years; his very
beard seemed unconvincing, now that I recalled it in the light of
this horrible revelation. I looked up and down the deck, but the
old man was nowhere to be seen.
"That's the worst of it," said Raffles. "I saw him go into the
captain's cabin twenty minutes ago."
"But what can have brought him?" I cried miserably. "Can it be a
coincidence--is it somebody else he's after?"
Raffles shook his head.
"Hardly this time."
"Then you think he's after you?"
"I've been afraid of it for some weeks."
"Yet there you stand!"
"What am I to do? I don't want to swim for it before I must. I
begin to wish I'd taken your advice, Bunny, and left the ship at
Genoa.
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