Kyles turned and smiled.
"That is my business. Do you think Mr. Herries would come and see me on board this boat, if I asked him?"
"I'll tack the message ma ain sel," said Gowrie eagerly.
"I dare say you would," replied the Captain dryly, "But it doesn't suit my book to let you go on shore; you might make capital out of this kidnapping."
"I swear----"
"I wouldn't were I you. It will do no good. Answer me a few questions, Mr. Gowrie. Where is Mrs. Narby?"
"At the inn."
"And her husband,--her son?"
"Pope's in London getting his poetry published, but I don't know where the husband is."
"Humph. I notice, Mr. Gowrie, that you waver between Scotch and English according to the state of your feelings. I assure you that now I know what I know, you are quite safe. Take another drink."