"I find I've a use for it, after all."
But at this moment 'Bias appeared in the doorway behind him.
"Seen anything?" demanded 'Bias.
"Interduce me," said Mr Philp with majestic calm.
Captain Cai, caught in this act of secret traffic, blushed in his confusion, but obeyed.
"'Bias," said he, "this is the gentleman that caused the mischief inside. His name's Philp, and he'd like to make your acquaintance."
BOOK II.
CHAPTER IX.
FIRST SUSPICIONS.
It was August, and the weather for weeks had been superb. It was also the week of Troy's annual regatta, and a whole fleet of yachts lay anchored in the little harbour, getting ready their riding lights. Two or three belated ones—like large white moths in the grey offing— had yet to make the rendezvous, and were creeping towards it with all canvas piled: for the wind—light and variable all day—had now at sunset dropped almost to a flat calm.