"Then show him up."
The pilot was duly ushered in, and, as soon as the servant had departed, he congratulated Calamity on having been acquitted of the charge which Solomon had brought against him.
"Thanks," answered Calamity. "I told you I had something in store for the old rascal."
"Then it's true he's been arrested?"
"Yes; I don't think you're likely to gaze on his benevolent smile again, Abott."
"Then there's a story going round that you're a lord or a dook or something of that sort."
"Don't take any notice of it," answered Calamity; "you'll hear a good deal worse than that when rumour's got well under way. And now to business."
"The stuff's down at my old shack, and, as it'll be dark in a few minutes, I thought we might as well toddle over there."
Calamity agreed, and, leaving the house, they proceeded at a rapid walk till the outskirts of the village were reached. By this time it was dark, and Abott, taking an electric torch from his pocket, led the way along a narrow foot-track till they reached the sea-shore.
"Here we are," he said, throwing a gleam of light on a tumble-down hut about fifty yards from the water's edge. "I'll go first."