"Yes."
"Might do for the jacket of the book. Have Mr. Richards see this. Marvelous types, where did you get them?" he continued, looking from the canvas to Ricky and Val.
"Oh, I am sorry. Miss Ralestone, may I present Mr. Creighton, and Mr. Holmes, both of New York. And this," she smiled at Val, "is Mr. Valerius Ralestone, the brother of the owner of this plantation. The family, I believe, has lived here for about two hundred and fifty years."
Creighton's manner became a shade less brusque as he took the hand Ricky held out to him. "I might have known that no professional could get that look," he said.
"Then this isn't your place?" Mr. Holmes said to Charity after he had greeted the Ralestones.
"Mine? Goodness no! I rent the old overseer's house. Pirate's Haven is Ralestone property."
"Pirate's Haven." Judson Holmes' infectious grin reappeared. "A rather suggestive name."
"The builder intended to name it 'King's Acres' because it was a royal grant," Val informed him. "But he was a pirate, so the other name was given it by the country folk and he adopted it. And he was right in doing so because there were other freebooters in the family after his time."
"Yes, we are even equipped with a pirate ghost," contributed Ricky with a mischievous glance in her brother's direction.
Holmes fanned himself with his hat. "So romance isn't dead after all. Well, Charity, shall we stay—in town I mean?"