"No, no; just wonder. By the way, don't say anything to that expert who was so certain that the yacht couldn't get into the creek. He mightn't like to know he was mistaken."
After dinner that evening Zena and I went out. There was no moon; indeed, it was not very pleasant weather, but it was a pleasant walk, and entirely to my satisfaction.
When we returned I found Quarles in a corner of the smoking room leaning back in an armchair with his eyes closed. He looked up suddenly as I approached him.
"Cold out?" he asked.
"Nothing to speak of."
"Feel inclined to go a little way with me now?"
"Certainly."
"Good! Say in a quarter of an hour's time. I shall get out of this dress and put on some warmer clothes. I should advise you to do the same."
I took his advice, and I was not surprised when he turned to me as soon as we had left the hotel and said:
"That yacht, Wigan; we'll go and have a look at her."