"Oh, that's all right," I said. "There's a certain young imp of mine called Dickson max——"
"Dear boy!" Marjorie murmured, and my brother looked at her quickly.
"He's seventeen, and quite trustworthy," I went on. "He will be delighted to run and fetch it. Anything to be out of school at night!—and as I am headmaster of this East Anglian Eton, I can do as I like. I will ring for him."
Lockhart looked slightly upset, but I didn't care.
"But I thought," my brother remarked, "that this was somewhat in the nature of a—well, shall we say 'secure-from-observation' dinner party."
"Oh, Billy Dickson won't breathe a word," Marjorie said emphatically.
"Well, you command this ship," my brother said, "and it is up to you. Certainly I should like to send for the bracelet, and if you don't keep Whale Island discipline aboard, it's not my affair."
I rang for Dickson max. He arrived, knocked at the door, stepped in, and then his eyes grew very round indeed, but he said not a word. I told him what was wanted and asked him if he would go.
"Rather, sir," he said, "I would be only too delighted."
I gave him the key of the masters' door.