"Sent by me. The telegram was to the effect that something had occurred which had induced her to leave Boulogne immediately, and that she, her daughter, and the young lady with them (I was careful not to mention her name, you see) would be in Ramsgate, waiting for him. He was to come by the afternoon boat, and she would meet him on the pier. See, he is entering the shipping-office now, to secure his passage." "What are we to do?" "We travel in the same boat, going aboard at the last moment. After the boat has started--not before--he will know that we are fellow-passengers." All happened as Devlin had arranged. By his skilful pioneering we did not lose sight of Mr. Dowsett until he stepped aboard the boat, and I inferred from his manner that by that time he had regained confidence, and deemed his secret safe. When we slipped on deck, at the very moment of starting, Mr. Dowsett was below in the saloon. There were not many passengers, and the French coast was still in view when Mr. Dowsett came up from the saloon and stood by the bulwarks, within a yard or two of the seat upon which we were sitting. We did not speak, but sat watching him. Turning, he saw us. "You here!" he cried. "By your leave," I replied. "Not by my leave," he said. "Why are you following me?" "Have you any reason," I said, "for suspecting that you are being followed?" "I was a fool to ask the question," he said, turning abruptly away. I did not speak, but kept my eyes upon him. I was determined not to lose sight of him for another moment. Some understanding of this determination seemed to dawn upon him; he looked at me two or three times with wavering eyes, and presently, summoning all his courage to his aid, he stared me full in the face. I met his gaze sternly, unflinchingly, until I compelled him to lower his eyes. Then he suddenly went down into the saloon. I stepped swiftly after him, and Devlin accompanied me. For the purpose of testing me, he turned and ascended again to the deck. We followed him. "Perhaps," he said, "you will explain what you mean by this conduct?" "What need to ask?" I replied. "Let your conscience answer." "It is an outrage," he said, after a pause. "If you continue to annoy me, I shall appeal to the captain." "Do so," I said, "and prepare to meet at once the charge I shall bring against you." He did not dare to inquire the nature of the charge. He did not dare to move or speak again. Sullenly, and with an inward raging, the traces of which he could not disguise, he remained by the bulwarks, staring down at the water. Suddenly there was a lull aboard. The machinery stopped working. "Some accident," said Devlin, and went to ascertain its nature. Returning, he said, "We shall be delayed a couple of hours, most likely. It will be dark night, when we arrive."