The ensigns stared at the girl admiringly. They saluted and started up the ladder which led to the deck. Fay preceded Saidee Isaacs. MacKeenon waited discreetly, then climbed rapidly upward. The group stood on the dark deck of the destroyer. Lights showed where ships rode at anchor. A diadem of fire rimmed the quays and water front. A hotel added its glow over the city’s housetops. All this was a glimpse
of England to Fay. He turned as he heard a metallic sound. MacKeenon had opened a pair of handcuffs. They clicked softly upon the cracksman’s protesting right wrist.
“A can take no chances,� apologized the vigilant inspector.
Saidee Isaacs started. She wheeled with flaming cheeks and glowing eyes toward the inspector.
“Take them off!� she exclaimed hotly. “What do you mean?�
MacKeenon carefully gripped the loose end of the cuffs and felt to see if Fay’s wrist was clamped tight enough.
“A have my orders,� he said craftily.
“From whom?� The girl’s voice was tense and demanding.
“From the Yard. A can do nothing else than what A’ve done. In the train A’y’ll take them off. A shall take them off.�
“Never mind,â€� said Fay slowly. “He’s got some kind of a warrant. I’m on parole—you know.â€�