"Still going and— By Jove, you're right, Miss Chalmers. What amazing guesses you Americans make!"
It was not a guess, however. Miss Chalmers's alarm clock, now ticking softly in her grip, had been set for six exactly. But she could not explain.
"We came so early," she said hastily, "that I decided to wait until somebody was up. I've been walking around the island, Mr.—Mr.—"
"I beg your pardon. Morton is the name."
He bowed deeply.
"As I was saying, Mr. Morton, I took a short walk after the boatman put me ashore, and—"
"Boatman, you said?"
"Why, yes; certainly."
"A chap with his own boat, was it?"
"It seemed to be his own boat," answered Miss Chalmers. "It's not very much to own, however."