"You had much better come quietly," the latter advised. "You'll have to come, anyway, and if you're really afraid of being arrested again, I should think Count Sabatini would be the best man to aid your escape."
"But he won't let me escape," Starling protested. "He doesn't understand danger. I am not made like him. My nerve has gone. I came into this too late in life."
"Jump!" Arnold ordered, linking his arm into his companion's.
They landed, somehow, upon the island. Arnold pointed to the boat.
"Please be sensible," he begged, "now, at any rate. There may be people passing at any moment."
"I was safe in there," Starling mumbled. "Why the devil couldn't you have left me alone?"
Arnold bent over his oars.
"Safe!" he repeated, contemptuously. "You were doing the one thing which a guilty man would do. People would have known before long that you were there, obviously hiding. I think that Count Sabatini will propose something very much better."
"Perhaps so," Starling muttered. "Perhaps he will help me to get away."
They reached the village and Arnold paid for the hire of his boat. Then he hurried Starling into the car, and a moment or two later they were off.