"She is Miss Rendall," I added.
My revelations to the doctor not having reached this stage when we were interrupted, I think I can honestly say that no utterance of mine ever produced a more telling effect on these men simultaneously.
"Jean!" exclaimed the doctor.
"Oh, is that her name?" said my uncle as soon as he could trust himself to speak.
My cousin alone came straight to the point.
"Then she has sent me this wire and this message?"
"She must have," I agreed.
"In that case we had better push on for the Scollays at once and see what she means."
"You don't think it's a trap?" asked my uncle.
Jack Whiteclett smiled slightly. The idea of the Navy pausing to weigh the risk appeared to amuse him.