Chapter 60

“How is he to know anything about it?” I said. “If he is where I last saw him, he is in Amesbury. And it will take more than half-an-hour to get a messenger to him, and for him to reach here.” She looked at me thoughtfully. “Is he also disguised like you and Sinclair?” “He is,” I said shortly. “He has a large black beard. . . .” “You fool,” howled Sinclair. “You damned treacherous fool. My God! We’re done.” I stared at him stupidly, and a sudden deadly sick feeling came over me. “But,” I stammered, “I thought . . .…