“How’d a motor get here—swim or fly?” Then to Bassett: “Mr. Driscoll’s very strict about that. He won’t have the wild game or the gulls disturbed and——”
Bassett interrupted her:
“That’s all right, Miss Pinkney. We were given those orders and we’ve obeyed them. And none of us could shoot here if he wanted to—there’s not a pistol in the outfit. Don’t you know it’s against the law to carry one?”
“Then some one’s taken mine,” she exclaimed, and straightening up with an air of battle, “I’m coming down.”
She left the gallery for the rear stairs, Mrs. Cornell in her wake.
“What does she mean—hers?” Anne asked.
“I don’t know what she means,” Bassett looked irritated. “It’s the first I’ve heard of it.”
“I don’t see what there was to shoot at anyhow,” came from Shine. “Looked to me when I was out there as if all the gulls had gone to bed.”
Miss Pinkney, entering, focussed their attention.
“What’s this about a pistol of yours?” Bassett asked.