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Rh angry again. I'm not speaking of myself. You've no idea of what you might come up against—these men will stop at nothing. They are absolutely ruthless. Already you're in danger—look at last night. They fancy you know something. Your only chance is to persuade them that they're mistaken. But be careful, always be on the look out for danger, and, look here, if at any time you should fall into their hands, don't try and be clever—tell the whole truth, it will be your only chance."

"You make my flesh creep, Mr. Rayburn," I said, with some truth. "Why do you take the trouble to warn me?"

He did not answer for some minutes, then he said in a low voice:

"It may be the last thing I can do for you. Once on shore I shall be all right—but I may not get on shore."

"What?" I cried.

"You see, I'm afraid you're not the only person on board who knows that I am 'The Man in the Brown Suit'"

"If you think that I told" I said hotly.

He reassured me with a smile.

"I don't doubt you, Miss Beddingfeld. If I ever said I did, I lied. No, but there's one person on board who's known all along. He's only got to speak—and my number's up. All the same, I'm taking a sporting chance that he won't speak."

"Why?"

"Because he's a man who likes playing a lone hand. And when the police have got me I should be of no further use to him. Free, I might be! Well, an hour will show."

He laughed rather mockingly, but I saw his face harden. If he had gambled with Fate, he was a good gambler. He could lose and smile.