With a nod, he entered, threw himself down on the cabin sofa, and asked for a match.
After a pause, he said: "Marmion, Boyd Madras, alias Charles Boyd, has recognised me." I rose to get a cigar, thus turning my face from him, and said: "Well ?" "Well, there isn't anything very startling.

I suppose he wishes I had left him in the dingey on No Man's Sea.

He's a fool." "Indeed, why ?" "Marmion, are your brains softening?
Why does he shadow a woman who wouldn't lift her finger to save him from battle, murder, or sudden death ?" "From the code," I said, in half soliloquy.
"From the what ?" "Oh, never mind, Hungerford.

I suppose he is shadowing--Mrs.Falchion ?" He eyed me closely.
"I mean the woman that chucked his name; that turned her back on him when he was in trouble; that hopes he is dead, if she doesn't believe that he is actually; that would, no doubt, treat him as a burglar if he went to her, got down on his knees, and said: 'Mercy, my girl, I've come back to you a penitent prodigal.

Henceforth I shall be as straight as the sun, so help me Heaven and your love and forgiveness!'" Hungerford paused, as if expecting me to reply; but, leaning forward on my knees and smoking hard, I remained silent.