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and ordered in crisp tones to descend and inform the captain.

"I knocked at the door," Evanthia told them quickly. "I said, a boat is
coming. I heard him move. I heard him come to the door and then, he
strike the door with all his force while I have my hand on it. The door
shake, _boom_! The fool is afraid for anybody to go in. Ask the boy, the
young Jew. He will tell you."

The colonel studied his sword, which he had laid on the table before
him, and made a remark in a low tone. He had been somewhat embarrassed
by the absence of the captain. Without a captain and without the papers
which would apprise them all of the exact nature of the cargo, he was at
a loss.

And the young Jew had come stumbling up the stairs, his hands outspread,
and in quavering tones said something which had brought the officer to
his feet and grasping his sword. He had remembered that moment.

"You know," said his companion with a slight smile, "really you know,
when he came up and told us the captain was leaning against the door and
wouldn't let him open it--said he could see the captain's shoulder, just
for a moment I thought you had been let in. Poor old Krapin was in a
funk. He was sure he was in a trap. You remember he wouldn't go down.
Made _me_ go."

"Yes," said Mr. Spokesly steadily, "I remember. I couldn't explain
because I didn't know myself. He thought I was in the plot, I suppose."

"And now he thinks you ..." he paused and flicked his cigarette again.
"H--m! Down there in that dark passage, I was ready to think all sorts
of funny things myself. I saw his shoulder. Extraordinary sensation
running up and down my spine. I said, 'Captain, you are wanted.' No
answer, of course. What is one to say in a situation of that kind? I ask
you. For a moment I stood with my foot in the door and him leaning
against it. It reminded me of my boyhood days in London when all sorts
of people used to come round to sell things and try to keep you from
shutting the door. For a moment I wondered if he thought I had come off
in a boat to sell him something."

He gave a short laugh and looked down with reflective eyes upon the
people walking in the street between the houses and the sea. His straw
hat and linen suit were very old and frayed and his shoes were of canvas
with rope soles. Yet he gave the impression of being very smartly
attired. A gentleman. His bow tie burst forth from a frayed but spotless
soft collar. A cotton handkerchief with a