He stooped for the kit-bag, picked it up, and turned away.
"I don't want to have naught to do with you," he remarked over his shoulder.

"You keep yourselves to yourselves, and I'll keep myself to myself.

If it hadn't been for what you blabbed out last night, them ungrateful devils 'ud never have had such ideas put into their heads!" As if he knew his way, Chatfield plodded heavily up the beach and was lost in the darkness, and the three left behind stood helplessly staring at each other.

For a long time there was silence, broken only by the agent's heavy tread on the shingle--at last Vickers spoke.
"I think I can see through all this," he said.

"Chatfield's cryptic utterances were somewhat suggestive.