“It is sufficient,” said Leonard glumly. “And I recognize that you have laid your plans admirably.”
“All the better. Let’s be starting.”
She led the way down the ladder and settled herself in the stern of the boat.
Leonard and four of their confederates followed him. Two of them took the oars, another the rudder-strings, she directed their course in a low voice.
A quarter of an hour later, though her followers had the impression that they were moving forward blindly, she said: “We’re passing Amont harbor.”
From time to time she warned the steersman of rocks that rose above the surface of the sea and directed his course by landmarks invisible to the rest of them. The crunching of the keel upon the pebbles was the first thing to inform them that they had reached the beach. They carried her ashore, then beached the boat.
“You’re quite certain that we shan’t meet any coast-guards?” whispered Leonard.
“Quite certain. Dominique’s last telegram was quite definite.”
“Isn’t he coming to meet us?” asked Leonard.
“No. I wrote to him to remain at the château among the other servants. He will meet us at eleven.”