CHAPTER IX.
LET ME TELL YOU THE STORY OF MY LIFE For a moment Throgton and Kent sat looking at one another.
"Show the man up," said Throgton.
A minute later the door opened and a man entered.

Kent's keen eye analysed him as he stood.

His blue clothes, his tanned face, and the extraordinary dexterity of his fingers left no doubt of his calling.

He was a sailor.
"Sit down," said Throgton.
"Thank you," said the sailor, "it rests my wooden leg." The two men looked again.

One of the sailor's legs was made of wood.
With a start Kent noticed that it was made of East Indian sandalwood.
"I've just come from Java," said Kelly quietly, as he sat down.
Kent nodded.