“Dangerous rocks,” Mills said, briefly.
“Steer clear of them,” said Wise, sternly.
After passing round the headland on all its exposed sides, Wise declared himself ready to return.
In silence Mills turned his craft about and again Wise told him to make the trip as close to the rocky cliff as he could manage.
“You want to get us into trouble?” asked Mills, as he made a quick turn between two treacherous looking points of rock. “I nearly struck then!”
“Well, you didn’t,” said Wise, cheerfully. “You’re a clever sailor, Mills. Get along back home, now.”
CHAPTER XV
Criminal or Victim?
Pennington Wise came to the conclusion that he had now on hand the hardest job of his life. This knowledge did not discourage him, on the contrary it spurred him to continuous and desperate effort.
Yet, as he told Zizi, his efforts consisted mostly in making inquiries here and there, in a hope that he might learn something indicative.
“It isn’t a case for clues, evidence or deduction,” he told her. “It’s,—I hate the word,—but it’s psychological.”