"Aye," said the man.
At that moment the boy came over the hill and joined them. "Very good of you, sir," he said. "You're late, Jabez!"
"Good night," said Harkness, and moved down the hill. He could see the two in urgent conversation as he moved forward. The incident occupied his mind. Why had the matter seemed of such importance to the boy? Why a meeting so elaborately appointed out there on the hillside? The fisherman too had seemed surprised that he, a stranger, should be concerned in the matter.
Had he been in America the affair would have been at once explained—boot-legging of course. But here in England....
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When he reached the bottom of the hill he found that he was in the environs of the town. He was walking now along a road shaded by thick trees and close to the sea-shore.
The cottages, white-washed, crooked and, many of them, thatched, ran down to the road, their gardens like little coloured carpets spreading in front of them. The evening air was thick with the scent of flowers, above all of roses. He had never smelt such roses, no, not in California.
There was a breeze from the sea, and it seemed to blow the roses into his very heart, so that they
