Chapter 43

“Surely,” I began, “it is nothing short of insane to come here with such a blatantly false beard on. The thing shrieks at one. The man who looks like a sailor, and who, as I told you by signal in the bar, is one of them, suspected you at once. I rode him off, of course—but if the woman should see you, you’re done for. We all are. Would it not be wiser, in view especially of Sinclair’s bad mistake this afternoon, for you to leave this thing in my hands for the moment? I am the only one who is unknown to the other si…