"Where am I, Ned?" he asked in a feeble voice, and put up a weak hand to his head, which was bandaged.
"At Lanwin Grange," replied Shepworth quietly, thinking it best to explain reasonably, and glad to think that Prelice was sane. The knock on his head had been a nasty one.
"Who pulled me out of the water?"
"One of the boats that followed us picked you up when you rose for the second time. You have had a narrow escape from death, Dorry."
"Mona?" asked Prelice, closing his eyes.
"She is all right, but somewhat shaken after her experiences."
"With that blackguard Jadby. What of him?"
"Dead—shot through the heart. His body was found, and now lies at Folkstone, awaiting the inquest."
"And Brisson, the man who shot him?"
"Oh, Brisson did that, did he," said Shepworth. "He's got a good eye, and saved us a lot of trouble. Well, Brisson and the Kanaro have gone into the wide world. I expect he's on the high seas, making for Polynesia, and won't be caught. I hope not, for after all he only saved Jadby from the hangman."