“It was the Saint’s idea,” she told him; “and it’s such a desperate gamble that it might as easily succeed as not. As for Carn—we daren’t bank on him. He mightn’t know as much as we think, and he mayn’t have gone into Ilfracombe for the reason we suppose—we can only hope for the best. But we’ve got to be prepared to take the field without him. And, besides, as you’ll understand, I’ve rather a special desire to meet the Tiger and talk to him alone. . . .”
For an amazing moment Algy saw death in her eyes; then, with the clenching of a small fist, the ferocity passed, and she was once again the cold, calculating general planning an attack.
“I know you swim pretty well,” she said. “Can you do the distance?”
He nodded.
“I think so.”
“Will you?”
No more than two seconds ticked away into eternity before he held out his hand.
Chapter XV.
Spurs for Algy
It was then ten o’clock.
“The boat should be coming in now,” said Patricia, and she and Algy went outside to look round.