She must not only know of my presence on the _Namur_, but also the purpose actuating me.

I had reached this conclusion, when a light hesitating knock sounded on the door.
"Who is there ?" "The steward, Senor, with your clothes ?" "Bring them in." Gunsaules entered, the garments over his arm, and shuffled in his peculiar gliding manner across to the bunk where he laid out the pieces carefully one by one, evidently proud of his selection.
"Quite a beautiful piece of goods, Senor," he ventured, speaking so softly I could barely distinguish the words above the crash of the waves on the ship's side.

"And most excellently tailored.

I do not remember whether these came out of the _Adair_ or _La Rosalie_--the French ship most likely, for as you see, Senor, there is quite the Parisian cut to this coat.

I mark these things for I was once apprenticed to a tailor in Madrid." He stood fondling the garment lovingly, the expression of his face so solemnly interested, I had difficulty in suppressing a laugh.
"Some change in your trade, Gunsaules.