The slight pressure of the girl's fingers thrilled him. "I was hoping there might be a healer of broken limbs in Brittany. Now I know that there is one," he answered readily enough.
"Dr. Gamier is really quite skilful," she said, and Raymond had the wit to remain silent.
It was dusk when they reached the hotel. Popple was standing there with two strangers.
"Any news?" inquired Mrs. Carmac as she alighted.
"Yes, Ma'am, an' not the best," said Popple. "The wreck is all broken up. The diver has been over the south side of the reef, and saw nothin' but scrap iron."
Neither Raymond nor Jackson had quitted his seat as yet, and the steward heard his companion laugh softly.
"Then we must abandon the search?" came Mrs. Carmac's clear, well-bred accents.
"There's just one more chanst, Ma'am," said Popple. "We can try a trawl."
"But isn't that a thing meant to catch fish?"