Kent looked askance at Mrs. Blair. She was very white, and her sensitive lips quivered a little, but she contrived, with an effort of courage which he marked with a flashing access of admiration, to smile reassuringly.
“Don’t fear for me,” she said. “We Dorrances are of firm fiber.”
“So I see,” he said warmly. He folded and pocketed the letter.
“Had you ever been to this place before?” Kent asked of Jax.
“No.”
“Then how did you expect to find it?”
“She sent me a map. I lost it—that night.”
“What about the ship?”
“I wish you’d tell me. There wasn’t any ship that I could see.”
“And the reference to all being as it was before?”