They reached the dock just as the boat was drawing up to the quay-side.
'Get out the car, please,' Suzanne directed, 'and drive slowly up the street, just past the guardroom. Wait there as though we had been stopped again.'
Lavendale obeyed. This time, as they drew up, Major Elwell leaned over the front of the car.
'He is here, I understand, Miss de Freyne,' he said softly. 'Are you going to stay? There may be a little trouble.'
She laughed derisively.
'This is Mr. Lavendale,' she whispered. 'He will take care of me, Major Elwell.'
The latter looked keenly at Lavendale and nodded.
'It's a queer piece of business, this,' he observed. 'Maybe our information is all wrong, after all.'
The other car came gliding up the village street and was brought to a standstill only a foot behind them. The driver addressed the sergeant almost angrily.
'I showed you my license a few minutes ago,' he protested. 'What's that other car doing ahead, blocking up the way?'