“Too complicated to explain just now. I think we shall be in plenty of time.”
Chapter XI
“Is Mrs. Erskine in any danger, too?” Watts ventured in an aside as the boat cut through the smooth water.
“In very grave danger, indeed, I fancy.”
“And shall I still keep an eye on him?” “Him” was Carter, staring ahead of the two police-officers.
“You won't need to, after to-night,” was the oracular reply.
“There she is!” Carter called suddenly. “There's the large steam launch you described.”
He was right. It was the Hirondelle, the boat that Mrs. Clark had hired. Pointer, once he knew that she was the one they wanted, hardly glanced at her: his eyes were fixed on a black stretch of water, beyond a projecting arm of land, which lay sombre and unlit.
“Catch her up before she reaches that.”
“The ‘Devil's Sock,’ as our smugglers call it? Bien. We shall do it.”