"Plausible," assented my great-uncle. "Your idea is?"
"If Flint has der feel for it it don't matter what you show him. He wants all."
"Ah!"
Murray regarded more attentively the boatload of pirates just rounding up to our port quarter.
"I see that Captain Flint has with him John Silver and the red-haired Irish boy he calls his luck. Humph! You may be right, friend Peter. But I should not be greatly concerned over that. In many ways——"
He broke off, considering. Colonel O'Donnell caught him up.
"Yes? Yes? What new deviltry are you planning?"
My great-uncle smiled.
"Certes, 'tis no deviltry to plan in a good cause—in the Good Cause. Eh, Mistress Moira?"
She shook her head.