suddenly recollecting something. "Not that it matters much, but I like to be accurate. It was about the bell buoy off Sheep Porcupine. You know, I showed it to you the other day. Well—I told him how it had been carried away in a storm some time ago, and that this was a new one. And the next day I heard him telling Augusta all about it, as though he had known before, you see."
"Well—that wasn't exactly a crime," observed Lawrence, who could not understand at all. "You'd told him—"
"Yes, but he said he remembered the old one. That was impossible, as he hadn't known anything about it. It was a little slip, but it made me open my eyes and watch him. I used to think he was perfection until then."
"Oh, I see! That was when you first began to find out that he wasn't quite straight."
"Exactly. It made all the difference. I've caught him out more than once since then. The other night, it was too much for me when he talked about the navy—so I promptly smashed him. He knows that I know, now."
