"How, Tamsin?"
"I have many means. My father has many men who will do anything for me."
"Could it be done without letting the Tresidders know?" I asked, eagerly.
"Why not? They could be taken to an inn at St. Columb or Padstow, and then the man who goes with them could take a note to the Jonathan Cowling you told us about, telling him what he had done."
I thought over this plan very carefully, and then I congratulated Tamsin on being such a clever girl. She did not reply to my words, however, but instead kept her eyes on the ground as though she were thinking deeply.
"Will you arrange this, Tamsin?" I said, presently.
"Yes, I will arrange it."
"So that neither your father nor the Tresidders shall suspect anything?"
"Yes, it shall be done."
Then I went away, pondering at Tamsin's behaviour, for although she seemed to be kind I could not understand her.