“Well, Scotland Yard, too, then. Both of them want our man, I dare say. It would be strange if between them they couldn’t dislodge him, and, incidentally, either discover what’s going on here or draw such attention to this bit of coast as to make further secrecy impossible.”
“It’s out of the question to let her betray her father, and then run away! Besides, we don’t know enough, and they mightn’t believe us. It’s a cowardly course, however you look at it.”
“Oh! that settles it,” I answered, hastily. “Now I want to go back over the facts. When did you first see her?”
“That first morning.”
“She wasn’t in the saloon the night before?”
“No; and he didn’t mention her.”
“You would have gone away next morning if he hadn’t called?”
“Yes; I told you so.”
“He allowed her to persuade you to make that voyage with them?”
“I suppose so.”