"His suspicions are aroused, and he is going to try and give us the slip." "I think not," said the manager.

"I fancy you will find that he is on board the steamer.

You must remember that she sails at daybreak." We accordingly hastened to the river, and made our way to where the steamer was lying.

On arrival on board I inquired for the head-steward, and when he put in an appearance inquired whether Senor Gairdi had come aboard yet.
"He brought his luggage on board, and inspected his cabin about three o'clock," that official replied, "and then went ashore again." There was nothing for it therefore but for us to await his return.
Though we did not know it, we were in for a long spell, for it was not until nearly nine o'clock that our man reappeared on board.

He had just crossed the gangway and was making his way along the promenade deck, when I accosted him.
"May I have a word with you, Senor Gairdi ?" I asked.
"Yes, certainly," he replied, speaking with only a slight foreign accent.