She must lie off and land the men by boats.
That I do not like.

It is too public." The news--tremendous news, for it told that the new-comers would come by sea, which had never before entered Dickson's head--so interested him that he stood dumb and ruminating.

The silence made the Belgian suspect; he put out a hand and felt a waterproofed arm which might have been Dobson's.

But the height of the shoulder proved that it was not the burly innkeeper.

There was an oath, a quick movement, and Dickson went down with a knee on his chest and two hands at his throat.
"Heritage," he gasped.