“But when the Medusa hove to and he shouted to you to follow him—didn’t she understand what was happening?”
“No, evidently not. Mind you, she couldn’t possibly have heard what we said, in that weather, from below. I couldn’t cross-question her, but it was clear enough what she thought; namely, that he had hove to for exactly the opposite reason, to say he was taking the short cut, and that I wasn’t to attempt to follow him.”
“That’s why she laid stress on waiting for you at Cuxhaven?”
“Of course; mine would have been the longer passage.”
“She had no notion of foul play?”
“None—that I could see. After all, there I was, alive and well.”
“But she was remorseful for having induced you to sail at all that day, and for not having waited to see you arrived safely.”
“That’s about it.”
“Now what did you say about Cuxhaven?”
“Nothing. I let her understand that I went there, and, not finding them, went on to the Baltic by the Eider river, having changed my mind about the ship canal.”