"But this man's life is not for always, and if anything happened to him it would seem curious to strangers to find that on his breast--because, of course, more than I would see it there." "If anything happened?
What should happen?
You mean, on board ship ?" There was a little nervousness in her tone now.
"I am only hinting at an awkward possibility," I replied.
She looked at me scornfully.

"When did you see that picture on his breast ?" I told her.

"Ah! before THAT day ?" she rejoined.

I knew that she referred to the evening when I had yielded foolishly to the fascination of her presence.

The blood swam hotly in my face.