“Lost?”
“Not yet, but in two hours’ time those who are bringing them hither will be murdered and robbed.” She repeated what she had told the Admiral.
The Admiral sat down and hastily wrote an order.
“To the Commander of the Boat Division, Naples Bay.
“Dec. 20th.
“Give the rogue twelve days to cut the laces.”
“I see you have your sword, Will? Have you pistols?”
“No, my Lord.”
“Take mine. I have had to bring them ashore since I came down from Leghorn. You are not afraid to make your way to the boats single-handed? The place is full of cut-throats now, of a night. I could send some of Sir William’s men with you.”
“That would attract attention, my Lord; besides——”
“Besides what, Will?” asked the Admiral affectionately, with his hand on Will’s arm.
“You may need them to save the Queen’s diamonds. If I am not back within the hour, you will know.”