"He's got a passenger!" said Coombes amazedly.
Inspector White, who was in charge of the cutter, rested his arm on
Coombes' shoulder and stared across the moving tide.
"I can see no one," he replied. "You're over anxious, Detective-
Sergeant--and I can understand it!"
Coombes smiled heroically.
"I may be over anxious, Inspector," he replied, "but if I lost Sin Sin
Wa, the River Police had never even heard of him till the C.I.D. put
'em wise."
"H'm!" muttered the Inspector. "D'you suggest we board him?"
"No," said Coombes, "let him land, but don't trouble to hide any more.
Show him we're in pursuit."
No longer drifting with the outgoing tide, George Martin had now
boldly taken to the oars. The River Police boat close in his wake, he
headed for the blunt promontory of the Isle of Dogs. The grim pursuit
went on until:
"I bet I know where he's for," said Coombes.
"So do I," declared Inspector White; "Dougal's!"
Their anticipations were realized. To the wooden stairs which served
as a water-gate for the establishment on the Isle of Dogs, George
Martin ran in openly; the police boat followed, and:
"You were right!" cried the Inspector, "he has somebody with him!"
A furtive figure, bearing a burden upon its shoulder, moved up the
slope and disappeared.
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