“So you have got away,” he went on, “from Mahon at last?”
“Yes,” answered Fitz.
“I should think you have had enough of Minorca to last you the rest of your life,” said Luke, looking abruptly down at the quarrelling boatmen and the tangle of tossing craft beneath them.
“It is not such a bad place as all that,” replied Fitz. “I--I rather like it.”
There was a little pause, and quite suddenly Luke said--
“The Ingham-Bakers are on board.”
It would almost seem that these twin minds followed each other into the same train of thought. Fitz frowned with an air of reflectiveness.
“The Ingham-Bakers,” he said. “Who are they?”
Luke gave a little laugh which almost expressed a sudden relief.
“Don’t you remember?” he said. “She is a friend of Mrs. Harrington’s, and--and there is Agatha, her daughter.”